Miguel Quixote

Miguel Quixote Aug 2015

Lauren

To bask within the sunlight,
rejoicing in her glow
I race toward the heavens
on wings borne of my soul.

As Icarus hath shown me,
the sun doth melt my wings.
But as he falls toward his fate
the flightless bird still sings.

Miguel Quixote Apr 2015

With My Last Breath

Maybe you loved me once.

Maybe you've hated me for a while.

I guess I'll never know.

I do know that you've moved on.

I finally know what the silence means.

And I know that, however you felt about me - I loved you.

If I knew then what I know now, I'd still have reached for you.

Because as much as it hurts...

It was worth it.

Miguel Quixote Oct 2014

All I have left

Is a folder on my computer.
Its full of words and pictures.
Some make me smile, some make me sad.
Every one of them makes me remember.
And I shouldn't do that anymore.

Today I organized it lovingly, revisiting some of my favorite memories of you,
one.... last.... time.
and then moved it onto a storage drive and put it away.

Hopefully some day I can allow myself to remember. Just.... not today.

Miguel Quixote Sep 2014

I saw

I saw your glance as I drove away on Saturday night.
I wondered what thoughts you had as you saw me.
I wondered what you felt.
I wondered if words were screaming to be said inside of you.

As the bike moved forward, my heart tugged backwards toward you
and I wondered if you felt it, too.
I remembered your lips, and wondered if you remembered mine.
I wondered how long your gaze lingered as I disappeared from your sight.

I wondered, but I guess I'll never know - all I saw was a glance.
Because I was afraid you would see me glancing at you.

Miguel Quixote Sep 2014

Just a Faded Tattoo

Etched upon my flesh,
Burned into my soul,
Until my bones become dust
You shall remain: my Dulcinea.

Forever your Quixote,
m.

Miguel Quixote Jul 2014

Thoughtless

Its a terrible thing,
to love someone who would wound me so casually
and wield that power with such disregard.

Miguel Quixote Jul 2014

A Musing

She is my Dulcinea, my Erato:
My fantasy and my Muse.
I am the lighthouse in the storm:
the one to guide her safely home.

If your heart is open to walk this path
take my hand and I will tell you more....

I have an affinity for the language.
Some have called me a cunning linguist.
But I struggle to craft the next line,
Words to tell her exactly how I feel.
because....
"motorboat your hoo-ha" doesn't really flow.