The Idealist Poem by Steve Howard

And Allemon Invincible did sail a troubled sea,
in search of things that never were,
and things that cannot be.
Of men renowned he gathered,
a crew immune to siren song.
All steadfast stern and stalwart.
All valiant proud and strong.
The ship she bore a golden standard,
the light of truth shown round the bow,
and did illume the waves of darkness,
that smote the silvered prow.
Aloof, they rode, the peak, the crest,
of each and every wave.
no thought of veering, intent on steering,
in the selfsame wake they made.
The hold was filled with good intentions,
that warped the boards with useless schemes,
until the waters of delusion,
poured through all the opened seams.
The quest became a weary wind,
and then an endless gale,
that set the heaving decks awash,
and shredded every sail.
Endless on, and evermore,
night was day, and day was night.
They ignored the rocks and breakers,
their course was pure and true and right.
So Allemon Invincible, did sail a troubled sea,
and dashed his dreams upon the rocks,
where rocks could never be.