Last Night As I Lay Sleeping by Machado
Antonio Machodo who gave me the line “the wind one brilliant day called”, also assists healing with this poem: Last night as I lay sleeping, I dreamed”oh blessed art!” of fountain water leaping and flowing in my heart. “Where is the hidden channel,” I cried, “that was equipped to bring to me this spring of life from which I never sipped?” Last night as I lay sleeping, I dreamed”oh blessed art!” a hive of bees was reaping its nectar in my heart. The worker bees so golden were filling up the cracks with sorrows they converted into honey and white wax. Last night as I lay sleeping, I dreamed”oh blessed art!” a burning sun was steeping the blood within my heart. I know that it was burning. I felt its heat inside. I know that it was sunlight. It shone, and then I cried. Last night as I lay sleeping, I dreamed”oh blessed art!” that ...