Sonnet 30/01/03                   DCCLXXXIV

Hope lost, and vision blind, I seek for end
To my desire. Why do I dream, in dark
And silence? I don't know reason to send
All to this absence, where soul leaves no mark.
I long for past, when words would have smile earned,
Though memories offer dust: How can I think
That I would rest, to have her feelings learned?
What hope had I to ever two hearts link?
I fear this future, without touch or sight,
Too cold to allow rest. I'll not regret
Past hopes, though perhaps know I have no right
To dream illusions real, when we've not met.
Yet, though I cannot dreams, nor feelings, share,
Soul smiles, knowing that heart will always care.