Not as I would have hoped- but she still talks with me, occasionally.


Sonnet 45 of 68 to Kelly

Sonnet 30/12/00                        DXXI

The moon is now a needle, curved to sew
The nets you form to capture dreams and snare
Stray souls. Without words, only heavens show
Such signs of muse. Yet, could I moonlight share,
And still stay distant? Lines echo in heart
In seeking muse, and friend, and dream. Are you
So much more than you seem? Are you a part
Of future? My heart cannot know as true
What still remains unseen in eyes: You hold
Inspiration, but do you hold desire?
I wait for dream, but still hope to be told
When I might see you, and questions retire.
As muse of rare degree you hold my mind:
Would that you to my dreams could be as kind.