sonnet 263 of 263 to my most recent muse...

Sonnet 16/10/05                         MXXVI

I find, in absence, echoes: Shadow forms,
Lacking substance of dream. I am now blind,
Without muse-light: How can heart hope to find
A path, when hopes are now nothing but storms?
Without her, dreams do not find bright desire,
Nor reasons to my sorrows soothe: The night
Now time to fear, I would not lose the right
To let thoughts of her smile regrets inspire.
Should I not remain thankful for the time
That dreams of her and hope gave peace of mind?
No future, but I hold the past to bind
These echoes of hope sealed inside my rhyme.
Let me remember dreams, and try to feel
Enough of hope to some of sadness heal.