I’ve had a fifty-year pilgrimage.
To share a pleasant dream, a bed, morning coffee, evening nightcaps.
To embrace: lips, limbs, pleasure, fantasies.
To imagine: daily life, sunrises, sunsets, longevity.
To intercept a passing glance, smile, graze, kiss.
To soothe away nightmares; headaches, worries, illness.
With someone… the one?
La Mancha Knight or Oz’s Tin Man?
My quest has me,
seeking to be chivalrous, courageous, virtuous, loyal.
To be awarded Knighthood or Sainthood or Manhood?
The chinks in my armor reveal,
battles well fought,
and too many lost!
Perhaps victory will come tomorrow?
Seeking a heart, why?
To experience, euphoria, rhapsody, jubilation?
To experience, devotion, infatuation, oneness, family?
To experience the memories of those in my past,
both loved ones and lost ones?
To experience heartbreak, jealousy, devastation?
To experience separation from Mother and Father,
siblings and my children or God?
La-Mancha was delusional our Woodsman heartless.
They longed for more than what they had become.
Quixote in prison and not realizing it,
this his only escape from his dudgeon.
Tinman trapped deep in the forest
unable to move even his lips.
One thing we three have in common,
are our minds,
constantly, wondering and wandering.
Where all is created… especially dreams and delusions.
Love, Joy, Purpose and Peace, my elusive victory.
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