The unforbidden sin

A crossing of the mind commences when we sleep
To the seducing precincts of the dream master’s keep
Where man can, through the window of fancy peep
And go higher than higher and deeper than deep
Unbounded are the pleasures of the unforbidden sin

Toils of reality ended, man goes to rest
Even Apollo retires to his castle in the west
So mortals return to the refuge of their nest
The allure of forty winks promises heaven’s zest
Welcome are the pleasures of the unforbidden sin

In winter nights slumber is deep and mute
The mere notion of action the mind will refute
Summer nights bring the winged herald with his lute
Its song is as wretched as its spear is acute
Ever changing are the pleasures of the unforbidden sin

The sleeper is no different than a man dead
He visits other realms dormant in his head
The spirits commune with this aid, so is often said
On the borders of reason the man does tread
Mystical are the pleasures of the unforbidden sin

Though careless abandon is a folly in my sight
This magical calling is most formidable in might
Sedated the mind acquires the wings of a sprite
And explores the heavens in unhindered flight
Pleasurable are the pleasures of the unforbidden sin

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