Persuint to the Aug 05 agreement, the next sonnet will be posted after 0000 12 April.



However,...


Balad 1 of 40 to my muse...

Ballad of Dreams

A wizard searches, and spells find
Treasure beyond compare:
Young dryad, with sweet soul and mind,
With dreams that heart might share.

" I find one whose words speak to me
With echoes of my dreams.
Might I hope that this muse might be
Truly as she now seems?"

He offers verse: Reflections of
The thoughts he holds of her.
He tries to tell those dreams of love
That with her words occur.

It is not lips, nor touch, nor eyes
That capture with their fire:
But dream that, from her writing, tries
To wizard's heart inspire.

He asks only what he would give
In pursuit of romance.
He hopes that dreams might someday live
And passion have it's chance.

That muse cares for his words brings joy:
But he prays she knows force
That hope holds. Can he dreams employ,
To follow heart to source?

                                        12 May 2003