we come across a windmill hidden in the trees
reminiscent of Don Quixote
and his misguided beliefs
a star crossed lover was he
Dulcinea was her name
an allusion to illusion
he chased her just the same
in his suit of armor
with Rocinante his trusty steed
his faithful sidekick Sancho
to help carry out his deeds
not a gallant squire
as he thought that he would be
always chasing windmills
in search of his lost dreams
my dreams are about to shatter
in the shade of the giant blades
lightning in the background
threats of impending rain
you tell me you are leaving
and this will be goodbye
that we too are star crossed
something you can't deny
you kiss me quick and hug me tight
say you're sorry for the pain
and as my tears begin to fall
you turn your back and walk away
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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