Conversations

By Michael Nesmith

In a long and involved conversation with myself
I saw precious things come into view.
And I poured through the files taken off my mental shelf
I dusted off some memories of you.

Then I thought about the time when our affair was green
And how the Phoenix of our love first flapped its silken wings.
All the urgency and passion of each new day as it happened.
And how it all mellowed as it grew.

I remeber the times when our laughter would explode
And hou you would turn to hide your smile.
And the hours of silence while a perfumed candle glowed
And both our thought meandered on for miles.

I remembered the time I said I really had to go
And I remembered the tears that filled your eyes.
Then I touched your hand and told you that it really was a lie.
And though you never knew it, dear, I cried.

Well, It's amazing how time can so softly change your ways
And make you look at things that can't be seen.
And how the years that roll by can start you listening,
Not just to what they say but what they mean.

So forgive me my dear if I seem pre-occupied
And if the razor edge of youth-filled love is gone.
But we're both a little older, our relationship has grown
Not just in how it's shaped but how it's shown.