Sonnet 51 of 68 to Kelly


Sonnet 10/01/01                        DXXVII

No matter if you remain beyond sight,
I hope to read your words, dear muse. If fate
Is that we never meet, I dare not fight,
But don't wish to lose what I've found, of late.
The ice dusting ground seems carpet of gems,
As cold as dreams without you. But they shine
And lend beauty to night: Cold dreams, like stems
Without flowers, do not visions refine.
I hoped for heart's desire, but I would take
What friendship you might give: You remain muse
Regardless. You have caused verse to awake:
I would not any part of you refuse.
I seek to hold you as my muse, but know
I could not write if I did not care so.