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Sonnet 28/11/00                        CDXCIII

In evening, and in morning, I hear muse
As whispers fill my mind. When half awake
I cannot ignore them, nor verse refuse,
Nor do I control what form they might take.
Dear muse, I pray that I might know your mind.
That I might glean some offering to place
Upon your altar, or that I might find
Some way to see a smile upon your face.
I do not seek for heart's desire, but ask
What I might have of time, and smile, and thought.
I will not try to set upon heart task
To try to learn if you hold what I've sought.
I ask to take from you what time I might,
That I might see a little of your light.