Prayer

by C. S. Lewis

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.

(from Poems, C. S. Lewis, edited by Walter Hooper)