My Lady Muse, how can I reach your heart
And hold to source of dream? You are the cause
Of my desires, a vision that gives start
To words of my emotion. Shall I pause
From caring, when I hear only the wind?
Can dream replace the touch of lips, or line
Hold you as arms desire? Can heart rescind
All feelings, or chance of your love decline?
You are the center of my dreams, the core
That defines structure of desire: You lend
The form, to fill my fantasy, and more,
You offer focus, to emotions bend.
How can I find this hope, that dreams require,
To tell of my concerns, and my desire?