Saw the slant figure running in the field
A melancholy shadow buried in the mound
I waited for a thought, sad
Remembrance recollection
Piercing as your lance
If you heard laughter it wasn’t me or I [correct me Chevalier!]
(Coward watching tilting windmills)
To be sad engulfed in sadness for you
Valiant man if you can stand
This song of cowardice
The wind
Thistles
Brown
The afternoon sun of your country stretching out forever
—Your sad countenance on my mind
& I cannot describe or cry
Counting the years
I can’t give back
Not with hearts sacrificed or with blood spilt on earth
—blood spilt dry—
For nothing gives back
Time
Your steps & your gray hair in wind
Round the windmill—tick-tacking the clock—wind nothing!
Helpless air
Swoosh & swirl breathless.
(for @dVersePoets–Thanks for the prompt, Brian.)
Sea-Camel 
Fantastic what you did with this prompt, I really enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading, Anna. Glad you liked it.
nice…i like the scene and the textures in this…the wind thistles brown…i like how you break each of those words out…nice allusions as well to don quixote as well in this…nothing gives back time…that is for sure…smiles.
Thanks for a great prompt, Brian!
Poignant piece…the wistfulness runs through. I like how you connected the windmill with the turning of time–nice.
Glad you liked it, Jennifer. Funny how time connects with feelings!
Hi Chaty, it’s interesting that we both thought of Don Quixote’s windmills. Different perspectives though. Probably each of us has his own visions and singular “windcastles”.
No doubt about our curious—albeit differing perspectives. Glad I came across your work, Ricardo.
….melancholy indeed…I like this very much 😉
Thank you. Appreciate you stopping by—and enjoying the moment!