Surprised by weighted face,
A slumber comes as if to one:
Slumbering whilst awake. But still,
The flicker stays behind my eyes,
Though muffled through an endless fog,
I've seemed to draw an overdraft too dire.

Goodnight to you,
And you and you and you,
A giggle for the way,
Such joyful heralds for the unwaking land,
Array themselves like haphazard scores,
Just barely harmonising to a law unto themselves.

Fellowship that never ends,
Ebbing and flowing beyond,
Where darkness is untrue,
Where all is new,

Set right to glorify,
The worthy risen one,
His in fields abundant,
And there life overflows in fields abundant.