Ballad (34)

Mage offers muse fair chains to bind,
With silver and with gold,
His heart, to dreams of her, and find
What he wishes to hold.

Around her wrist one length might go
To remind when she writes:
The other touching neck to show
Where dream has set hope's sights.

He cannot change: He needs to send
Some token of his heart.
Far more would not his dreams defend,
Though he would with all part.

She is his muse, his heart's desires
Made real and brought to earth.
When thought of thought of smile inspires,
How can he send her worth?

All mage can do is dream, and seek
To tell what his hopes see.
He does not kiss, nor hear her speak;
Still, he would not heart free.

She gives him vision, and the light
To show what time might bring:
A quiet talk, a star-lit night,
And chance to hear muse sing.

04 Nov. 03