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Ballad (33)

With dancing leaves beneath his feet,
A mage treads chill, and dark.
His thoughts on muse, his dreams hopes meet
In light that her eyes spark.

She remains beyond reach of arms,
Yet held within his heart.
A dream, or real? This vision's charms
Offer far more than Art.

Mage cannot from path turn aside,
Nor fail to for muse wait.
He sees her, with eyes open wide,
And knows he's found his fate.

Muse is more than she seems- Both source
And focus of his lines.
She is sweet maid, who holds the force
Of Love, and heart confines.

He cannot ask that she remain,
Nor that he visit make:
But though he does not his hopes gain,
She all of dreams awake.

With stars as witness, Mage declares
He has found his desire:
This muse, whose smile his heart repairs,
And eyes his soul inspires.

24 Oct. 03