Ballad (40)

Sweet muse, I value all your dreams.
How can I hope to say
How much your love is worth? It seems
Far more than words can pay.

Yet, I must try: You need to know
The value of your smile.
You are sweet muse, and to heart show
Hope enough to beguile.

The spells you cast, feelings from soul,
Guide me to heart's desires:
A whisper, smile, a dream; The whole
Of my true muse inspires.

Might caring arms in safty hold,
To give you chance for rest?
I remain yours: Longings enfold
A hope I might dreams test?

I would not walk away: I'd try
To pick you up, and make
My muse complete. Might I know why
You fear to concern take?

How might I future form, to build
As you wish it to be?
How can I keep your night-time filled
With stars, for you to see?

                                              23 March 2005