Don't Cry For Me, Dreamer Poem by John Sensele

I thought I read love in your eyes
Now I know better
Than to assume and presume ties
Free us from the guess fetter

That had my eyes blind
Locking me up in a sentiment prison
When you float unkind
To glorify, modify and terrify the reason

I thought in my heart I knew
When our eyes first met
When I thought anew
About the feeling I get

In my head
In my restless heart
On my lonely bed
From illusion of you I need to depart

To save my soul
To grant you time and space
To score your goal in your rebel role
That freedom from want I ought to embrace

If sanity should inhabit
Once again the peace of mind
I need to regain as a matter of habit
For you and I axes never again to grind

In symbol
In action
In gamble and ramble
In true notion of portions of affection

Sailed and held dear
Beneath the roll of a tear shed
Strung in an unnamed fear
Time to let go, my dear Fred

Time to cut down losses
Time to pick up the pieces
Time to accelerate coin and die tosses
Above all, time to erase spare spices

As I wish you well
Enjoying your spell in Eden
While dreams in my streams I swell
Without you blurring my vision in the sodden garden.