Sonnet 54 of 68 to Kelly


Sonnet 24/01/01                        DXXX

Some word of how you feel, to restore light
To dreams, would feed my verse. Yet, you now send
Faint hope for future, and no hope for sight
Of eyes reflecting my desire. The end
Of hope does not my passion place in grave:
To cease to care would be to cease to live.
Yet, what words might I send, to my hope save
From dissolution? Heart would have me give
My soul for your few words: Am I to yield
All that I dream for this faint hope, unfounded?
Yet, dare I hold my thoughts, and keep dreams sealed,
When I would have my future verse unbounded?
How can I my hopes light, without your flame?
How can I verses find, but not love claim?