Ideal

To journey into the naked heart of glory
and touch the wellspring of splintered existence

to see wonders I'm denied in all life
and touch illimited possibility

to consummate all longing to increase myself
approaching inscrutable essence
embedded in all real and imagined

to share wide worlds of dreams
where a lonely boy finds your light

This is my sweetest respite, my Ideal,
and you are the seed it has grown from.