A Metaphysical Sonnet

The physical was our original vice,
Now our most beautiful idea has become Paradise.

In imagery the mind delights itself and everything else.
Imagination is our godsense - taking us beyond our words.

The distance between our selves and the furthest star
It is merely Death and what follows

Not voyage but dream will deliver us to
The very source of our Divinity.

Where sleeps a beauty swaddled in star-laced skies,
and every colour of our eyes.

Imagine our godness in everything. Imagine landscapes
Rising from the music of our speech. Imagine.

In this way, we invite the light.
And liken ourselves to the angels.