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Sonnet 26/11/00                                    CDXC        

Might I know where in mind you sit and rest.
That I would know where I might search for muse,
Within these dreams that I cannot refuse.
How might I find that fountain, or seek nest
Of snowy owl with emerald eyes? This day
Fair daughter of the gods, I seek to know
Some portion of your dreams, that I might show
How far that I might go, to light repay.
Had I, within my dreams, the means to find,
I would that I could see into your eyes,
That I might lose all fears, and hear no cries.
Yet in my dreams I wander, sightless, blind.
I do not mean to flatter, but to praise
The muse that in dreams sends to me her rays.