My name is Don Quixote Del La Mancha.
I am a knight in coat of arms
Give me my lance, give me my sword and give me my steed
Where be thy king in all of this
I wear the Royal Spanish Crown and Gold Seal of San Fernando Lavante
I solemnly swear that ***** and bounty shall rest with the king
Even the Catholic Church Christen thee for swift victory
I have signed and sealed orders to save the Princess Donselia Del Deboso
Then, I shall rescue her from the evil clutches of the windmill dragon
My chief architect, Poncho Sanchez is my right arm and canteen
He is responsible for fresh food rations, cold drink and support logistics
Sustenance sustains an army and sustenance sustains great men
A gallant foot soldier is he, and Poncho trails me like a Swiss Guard,
With his burro donkey friend, named El Donkey Camino De Blanco
As we approach the last horizon of the day, the code of chivalry shall not die

vampire bats
are jumbo jets
flying high
with their six foot
wingspan flapping
through this heart of night
stretching against
the surface of the sky
hiding the face of the sun
yes, pitch black
leather wings
grabbing hold of
space and time
slicing through
the thick of night
slipping pass
the House of Hades
being guarded
by gray ghosts
griffins and gargoyles
but somehow
the Gothic moon
stands her ground nor
does she sleep
a wink tonight
letting go of
fear and fright
protecting the
still of night
knowing that
the vampire bats
possess infrared eyes
to capture their prey

there behind
the thick
green foliage
sweet caramel
dripping and oozing
from the mouth of
the cocoa trees

we are
pieces of stars
dominions of God
the ocean abides
this moment alive
the change
that collides
all the
beauty inside
only pieces of stars

the essence of law
standing there
waiting there
for that
beacon of light
when you are
fragile and cold
standing outside of
this place
yet
pressing your hands
firmly against
the window of
justice, still
waiting there
for her
to regain
the moral
compass of sight
then we brake
bread again

the pattern of
gemini moons
locked in
a spiritual dance
now etched
in our
soul

the brown barn owl
preening her feathers
in serendipity
staring down
her prey with
clear moon-eyes
stretching and
flexing her claws
for the
silent ****

Herds of
Black and white
Zebra butterflies
Floating far and wide
Through the
Kalahari Desert
Approaching the
The tall
Milk sweet grass
After the
Monsoon season
At last at last

silent is the spring
that whispers in
upon her wings
gliding freely
over a tapestry
field of gold
that touches
every soul
that
silent spring
i know
where roses and
sunflowers go

tasting
all of
morning dew
from the
giant
lotus flowers
drift through
the
water's edge
where
the
paper
dragonfly
build their nests
and
make their pledge