Quixotic

I felt a flush in fancy’s fury fill my heart
from a vision of diamonds lying on a glacier,
so I raced to claim them for my future
and by that wealth would I at last be draped in glory.

With that burning images inside I rushed to that frozen tundra,
didn’t worry about food, warm clothes or even shoes
for my passion would be a sun to inflame against any cold.

But frostbite brought its own reality in my quest
the moment that icy truth touched my throbbing pursuit of illusion.