What happy end to streams of rambling thought,
The learning at its right repose is kept,
To close a book what joyous thing to gain,
The time to love what has been lectured forth.

Uncoiling now and winding down,
Taught string relaxed, spring opened out,
In gliding dips the pressure rounds,
Near to the bottom of the well,
Within the rhythm of a fast paced life,
I'll find alloted time to rest.

I behold His face, my risen God,
This perfect love that wrecks my soul,
I see it in my brothers' eyes,
Glory upon glory upon glory,
It's majesty that fills up overflowing,
Crying out the praises of the lamb.

A drowsy breath slips through my gaping jaw,
Out, out into the evening air,
It's quiet and pleasant.

It shifts and turns beneath my weighted eyelids,
Invisible and ephemeral,
At once it's gone,
In its place evening air as it once was,
Yet one part warmer.