deep field

 

deep field 

deep field

every colour of a far imagination

beholden at this moment 

in the light of a new dawn

the swoon of waves

of light having travelled

from beyond imagination’s time

a picnic on a rug weaved

of the delights prepared

to receive a feast 

again

beyond any menu

this preparation of fine wine

so many suns on the vine of time

decrees the perspective

around our rocky vineyard 

what has unfurled today

from the gingham wrapped bundle

in the matrix of light’s horizon

but the glint of imaginary worlds

now shining in the bending 

of the branches in the tree of knowledge

this is our picnic in the shade of the past

where once an apple fell

the lensing around the gravity of a thought

shining in the focus of a tear

falling down the cheek of our youth 

never question this angst

but kiss the knowledge unfurling

in a relationship growing in time

and given the space that affection fills

it is not an affectation to say

never was so little known

by so many about so much

and now so much further

because we share James Webb’s picnic

at the edge of a golden field