Poems - Passing By - Mary Coombs

 The Machine watched the sky,
it caught the light of stars,
it listened to voices on the wind,
it’s mirror-eye caught in a web
every passer-by.
The giant stood erect, yet safe
behind its gate, waiting, waiting,
for the dreamer to enter in.
The dreamer passed to wakefulness
but her minds-eye still beheld
the watcher.
The Machine watched the sky.
it caught the light of the stars,
it watched the dreamer passing by.