The Ideal, a poem by Kirk Chatfield at

The Ideal

The Ideal

written by: Kirk Chatfield


Can I, be you? Reach You?
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

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