“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 role,

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.

C. S. LEWIS