How to gently let go of the foolish dreamer

                              But keep the foolish dreams

                    I adore my dreamy nature, soft, trusting heart; and will not allow you to erase me all the way

Sure i might’ve been tricked by a tricksy boy, a color thief

Deluded by desire, misled by fever dreaming eyes, could be I saw a man

                         and wanted a man

                  who never existed

 

I saw humility where ego might live; thrive even, perhaps

I read gentleness

          Yet experienced great violence done to me in such silence

The world has been quite hard to me, started off hard, right away, raised by wrecking balls so yes, I have been known to make up stories

Can I blame you if I made up a story about you and lived in it? Chose to live in it, willingly.

 

I forgave and excused and listened so hard for any seeming reason, just justifications told as tales

Long piers and wardens and highways and breakers and tell you,

                                                                      deep deep blues that know the WestWind’s way

I wasted so much valuable time

           waiting for happenings

                               Never meant to be

Only ever made a good lyric to be sung, to be written, never meant to be lived, fears

to keep

Perhaps a secondary character in a play to be written later

Perhaps a pawn, a show piece, a poker chip

Look what was won, how easily it is cast aside, how worthless to those it was richly given

            No challenge at all! No play, no game, not here

Only a heart, an elderly wrinkled old heart who has lived a whole life already, it’s an arrogant heart to think it deserves 

 

Someone once cast aside now pays it forward

 

Damage does not dismay, for your delight night bed is warmth and that is what counts the most,

For those counting