sonnet 255 of 257 to my muse...


Sonnet 22/07/05                               MXVI

I see a bright clear moon, and think of her
And how I value smile. What can I give
To show how much I miss her? Does light stir
Feelings I should not have? Cannot dreams live?
Soft shadows fill the night: How might I find
Vision without her eyes' bright light? Moon shines,
But gives no light to soul. My heart is blind
Without the chance to watch her read my lines.
I hold what I might of her: If just tears,
I shall accept the sorrow. Heart must wait
To win true love, when hopes cannot fight fears
That happiness is gone, and dreams too late.
Under full moon, I dream of muse, and see
Enough of hope to want to to her flee.