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Sonnet 31/8/01                        DLXXV

Can I form verse out of unspoken thought,
Without knowledge or hope? Can I recall
That which has not been? I have sonnets sought,
But found no vision. What would you dearth call,
That I have not had dreams? Am I to blame
For absence of muse? I try to find lines,
But I see only shadows: Shall I claim
More than I dream? What shall I use for signs?
Yet, I still think about you, and I care,
Though have few words to send, to show concern.
Shall I repeat my words, and hope to say
Some deeper meaning? Can my few hopes bear
Without vision? Can I to desire turn,
Without even a smile to light the way?