A Sad Machine

By Carlos Cardona


That's the part we never mention,
There's where inner divers breathe,
This the place where mind invention's
Vast enough to keep us free.

Dying embers we'll remember,
Meaning we have wrought from dreams,
Scab'ed now, but trying to tender
Sweet themes from a sad machine.

When you're weary, yet forsaken,
Give all up and you shall see,
Sleeping shadows will awaken,
Light the lamp of You and Me.