Ballad (18)

Muse is my moon, to light my dreams
With pleasure, and desire:
I seek to hold her, but my schemes
Cannot sweet muse acquire.

Muse is my sun, to light my day,
And make my passions grow.
I turn towards her, and feelings say
Yet cannot her heart know.

Muse is my star, to guide my soul
To find what I now seek.
She offers all I want, as goal,
But is my verse too weak?

Muse is my dream, a precious maid
Whose eyes show me my fate.
She is one for whom verse is made,
To some of hopes relate.

Muse is heart's hope, the image of   
All that I seek, or need.
I find in smile what I might love:
Her words to visions lead.

Muse is my world: The focus, heart,
Of what I care about.
How can I dedicate my art
To her, and not dreams shout?

                                        04 Aug 2003