Spoken Words
A sonnet by Acean
How can I speak out
what Morpheus
imprisons deep within my dreams?
I feel your staring at me
wanting me to speak volumes
on all to me that you mean.
Well, maybe you aren't asking
for volumes just those unspoken
words, numbering three.
Gods Gabrielle, if only I could
say them to you as you need
I know it would set me free.
But, please O' bard of mine
don't give up on me...
Maybe the spoken words will never
be said but if you look into
my eyes surely you will see...
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