It’s possible that while we were dreaming by Antonio Machado

It’s possible that while we were dreaming
The hand that casts the stars out like seeds
Started up the ancient music once more

- Like a note from a great harp –
And the frail wave came to our lips
in the form of one or two honest words.

~ from The Winged Energy of Delight, Selected
Translations by Robert Bly (Perennial, 2005)