Sonnet Nine

The marvel of the dream I hold at bay,
Is such that one suspects an evil cause.
For I abide by sanity by day,
And then by night, in sleep, I break the laws

If not the laws of God or of of the land,
Then those laws to which we dare not give voice.
The laws that we in silence understand,
Yet choose not to ordain. And yet that choice

Permits, yea it condones the very act
That we have deemed verboten and taboo,
When in our hearts, the very naked fact
Of common human dreams we all pursue

Suggests our silence is but heaven-sent
To turn our blinded eyes on love hell-bent.

© A. Pope 2020