To the Don Quixote Down the Block
You sit alone in a room
as a knight without armor
while outside your window
leaves like maidens dance,
yet there’s no one left to save.
You know someone
is watching as you read
a romance five times read
that has become your world,
and you wait
for someone to come.
The people who walk
down the sidewalk,
you say they’re all
beautiful,
everyone.
Veiled in memories
visions of a waitress glows,
the one met on the road,
and you changed her name
to reflect your dreams
of what she could be.
Your squire
has returned to the farm
and for a moment
he believed
in the visions
only you could see.
He stood at your side
to watch as you tipped
windmills, to keep
the world safe for you and he.
Now that he is gone
you feel a heartfelt pain
dying to your dreams.
*Based on Man of La Mancha
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