For Conversations - a Discourse

We met here, I remember The first day of my first creation I found hunger for my expression Through the midwifery of your eyes O you have such an ear For the birth cries of conversation I met you Singing like the morning stars And just like that Kept my passion replenishing Multiplying Memories void of a muse You made me chose Contently knowing the act of choice Is the presence of reason Man is not tabula rasa here We cannot love until we know the value We get on giving Reason tells the worth and measure of our joy But I have only fragile sorrow to share The lost of true dominion there Please do not ask For I still shudder from the task And avoided the tree for good reason No blattering lights on it Just fruits I ate that I would not reap A trusted hand is all you have to crave To taste the sun ripe The shackling flesh of sin I had nothing from a babbling branch The sweetness of her eyes did win My lapsing memory Better then than subtle surmise You the brighter angel of fallen dreams In us ... no ties Beyond the love of word upon the page The subtler connection in our rage To you I come past thanksgiving And giving thanks Each conversation is a door of trust Reason rising like the sun And so yes, you, and you alone I unpackage praise before your throne.