Ballad (9)

Of muse and mage I story tell,
With love, and sweet caress;
That she holds him in woven spell,
And all of his dreams bless.

She was a dryad of the wood,
A sweet and caring maid.
He sought for one that his dreams could
Hold tight, and not hopes fade.

She grew upon him: As the rose,
She wound about his heart.
Far more than lust in old mage grows,
To find in life true Art.

He tries to reach to her, and fold
All spells and power round:
He seeks to keep her safe, and hold
To love he has now found.

Does muse realize power of dream?
She offers smile, and looks
To past sweep away, and redeem
The wisdom in his books.

Mage wonders of she's real: He seeks
To touch vision of fire
That heats passion, and to heart speaks.
She is his one desire.

                                              9 July 2003