Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


On The Shadow Of Don Quixote


Man
Waits for the elusive day
For the metamorphosis
Of fantasy to reality
When dreams
Incarnate to bronze and ichor
When goddesses of the third eye
Fall from the ledges of heaven
To walk on mortals footpaths
Paved of clay and sand

Yet I am no ordinary man
For I seek magical fantasies
In mortal deed
To encounter escapades and capers
Only narrated in mythical fables
And quixotic fairy tales

For I don’t wish to surrender
To my reveries and dreams
For I endeavor
To find my own unique surrealism
In each and every earthly deed

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013
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A poem on an adventure seeker

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