The Ideal
written by: Kirk Chatfield
Can I, be you? Reach You?
Actualised
Arrest myself in your state?
I dreamt you up, a mirage that shimmers in constant flux
I cannot anticipate you, nor what you may become tomorrow
But it’s not enough to put me off
From trying to fly too close
Because my favourite place is where you left me
On the edge of my seat
Fathoming the unattainable
Attaining the guts to try
To embody the incomprehensible
A chameleon that transforms
Under each mind’s eye
Beheld to one true form
Known only to The Knower
An image that burns so bright
There you sit, in my throne
Seduced by your light
Supernova.
Poet and Art Writer. Passionate about human connection and our interrelated connection to the universal experience we call reality. I have a love for discovering beauty in those contemplative moments.
