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