Last night as I was sleeping, <br />I dreamt—marvelous error!— <br />that a spring was breaking <br />out in my heart. <br />I said: Along which secret aqueduct, <br />Oh water, are you coming to me, <br />water of a new life <br />that I have never drunk? <br /> <br />Last night as I was sleeping, <br />I dreamt—marvelous error!— <br />that I had a beehive <br />here inside my heart. <br />And the golden bees <br />were making white combs <br />and sweet honey <br />from my old failures. <br /> <br />Last night as I was sleeping, <br />I dreamt—marvelous error!— <br />that a fiery sun was giving <br />light inside my heart. <br />It was fiery because I felt <br />warmth as from a hearth, <br />and sun because it gave light <br />and brought tears to my eyes. <br /> <br />Last night as I slept, <br />I dreamt—marvelous error!— <br />that it was God I had <br />here inside my heart.<br /><br />Antonio Machado<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-as-i-was-sleeping/
