sonnet 256 of 257 to my muse...


Sonnet 24/07/05                            MXVII

When vision does not let me see a way
To reach to her, and hold her in arms, tight
Against dark night and worry, should I stay
Inside these dreams, without hope for love's light?
I cannot keep from caring: Am I fool,
To let hope live? Her eyes have power, to fill
Dreams with her light, heart with desire, to rule
Over my thoughts. I cannot think this ill.
Is there a reason dream should fade, or heart
Alter intent? She is my muse, of rare
Degree: Thought of her feeds my soul, and art.
How can I not for such a woman care?
She is far more than beauty I desire:
She is the reason soul feels true love's fire.