Conversations

I know you must be waiting 
For me to come down
And absolve you of all the blame
For me to tell you that it is alright
That stars could still twinkle and not twinkle 
The muse to be restored 
For the rivers to flow 
And the silence to be awaken again 
For the mind to mutter
For the past to be restored
Almost with a magical hope
But i ate them all up
The conversations