Poets Dream

I am Mute
about the Future
I know it but cannot Articulate it
I sense it, but cannot make sense of it
Give me El-O-quence
Whence does it come from?
How many others would become mothers and brothers
If only I could speak about
A way of relating
That dwells in Oneness
Comes before Twoness
Dreams of Honor and Greatness of Soul
And the sacred Unwinding of the road
To the eternal Apple Tree