Ideal

In the echoes of silence, in the rush of the day,

You are the clarity, when skies turn to grey.

Like a lighthouse shining, through the veils of the real,

You're the truth that whispers, the touch that can heal.

You're my ideal, the star in my night,

Guiding me home, making everything right.

In the depths of despair, you're the steadfast keel,

In the darkness, you're my ideal.

Through the twists and the turns, in the maze of the mind,

You're the peace I discover, the rarest to find.

With a grace that's unwavering, in a world that's surreal,

You're the anchor I hold to, the promise that's sealed.

You're my ideal, the calm in the storm,

A presence so real, a heart that is warm.

In the coldness of doubt, you're the fire I feel,

In the shadows, you're my ideal.

In the canvas of life, you're the stroke of pure gold,

A masterpiece painted, a story untold.

You're the poet's last verse, the passion we feel,

In the gallery of dreams, you're the ideal.

When the world spins around, in a dance that's too fast,

You're the moment that lingers, the memory that lasts.

With every heartbeat, with every ordeal,

You're the courage within, the strength to deal.

You're my ideal, the light of the dawn,

A new day's promise, to carry on.

In the quest for the truth, you're the seal I feel,

In the journey of life, you're my ideal.

Here's to the vision, deeply revealed,

To the beacon in darkness, to the ideal.

May it live within us, may it always be real,

The beauty of hope, the essence of the ideal.