Ballad (10)

It storms, but mage sees only sun,
And cannot feel this rain:
Thought of his muse has binding spun,
To hold heart and dreams gain.

His dreams shine with reflected light
That muse holds in her eyes.
Mage becomes student, to earn sight
Of smile, and hope of prize.

She is his muse: She owns his soul,
And gives purpose for thought.
Alone, only his dreams are whole,
And hope in vain is sought.

Muse dreams her dreams, and mage must seek
To learn what brings her joy.
His knowledge serves to his hopes speak,
And his own dreams employ.

Sweet, beautiful, kind and caring;
All doubt of Love is gone:
Might mage hope to spend night sharing
A pot of tea, and dawn?

Mage has but heart to give. He sends
Desire to be far more
Than distant voice: Dream of muse mends
All ills, and hopes endure.

                                             10 July 2003