Ballad (26)

I thank my muse for her beauty
That she shares in the night.
Can I let my desires run free
That I might hold her tight?

Her eyes shame stars, that cannot shine
With half the light of hers.
How can I give my muse a sign
Of what that sparkle stirs?

Those lips call out to me, to pull
My own to her command.
She has the power to make dream full
Of what my hopes demand.

I see in face what I desire,
Sweet vision of delight:
This image of her dreams require
To keep my hopes in sight.

I long to stroke her hair, and feel
Soft touch, against my skin.
Yet, should I dare to hopes reveal,
When dreams should not begin?

I cannot claim muse for my own,
And all hopes of love miss:
Might I pray that my words have shown
Enough, to earn one kiss?

                                              02 Sept 2003