Sonnet for Erato

Erato my muse, my love, my quiet sorrow,

you sing your sweetest song like dreams to me,

and when the evening stars foretell tomorrow,

your artful words set thoughts and verses free,

and as the shadows fall and darkness grows,

I see your shining eyes in morning’s sun;

the sunrise fills the world with color’s glow

and as the daylight spreads, the shadows run.

I hear your song in birdsong, chirps and tweets;

I see your light as flowers’ colors gleam,

and sense your power through the mountain peaks.

I hear your secrets rumbling through the streams,

and when I close my eyes you whisper clear

in thoughts and memories, smiles and tears.