Poetry Friday - The Minister of Dreams

The Minister of DreamsThe future lies enwombed in dreams, as wheatin seed. Indeed it dreams there like the childwho sleeps beneath its mother's heart, beguiledby darkness and engulfed within her heat.Just so, the future waits the midwife's hand,the hand of one who has the wit to drawit forth to light and hold it, dumb with awe,that it may speak. For dreams I understand.Since childhood I have