by: C. S. Lewis
from: Poems

Master, they say that when I seem
  To be in speech with you,
Since you make no replies, it’s all a dream
  —One talker aping two.

They are half right, but not as they
  Imagine; rather, I
Seek in myself the things I meant to say,
  And lo! the wells are dry.

Then, seeing me empty, you forsake
  The Listener’s rôle, and through
My dead lips breathe and into utterance wake
  The thoughts I never knew.

And thus you neither need reply
  Nor can; thus, while we seem
Two talking, thou art One forever, and I
  No dreamer, but thy dream.

(via bookofprayer)