Waking Moment

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A knight rides through tulip fields,
tilting at windmills—
groaning giants in the breeze.
He fights for justice,
for glory that does not fade.

He finds a farm girl:
straw in her hair,
milk on her cheek.
To him, she is sun and moon—
his Dulcinea,
at last within reach.

We follow, like Sancho:
half-doubt, half-faith,
hearts caught
in the spell of story.

But then—
the crabapple blooms,
birds thread the sky with song,
tadpoles stir the black reeds.
Rain-soaked air,
the scent of waking earth.

A voice calls, low and kind,
offering blueberries in his hand.

We linger—
and remember
what it is
to be seen.


Prompt is Claude Geominne’s Night’s Journey through Tulip Fields https://deepdreamgenerator.com/ddream/x5h4uqwi5l2