Her earthly life,
A half light, the hemisphere between yesterday and heaven.

She’s living,  but only in her dreams
to slumbering & so to heal.

This readying of her soul. how it mutes the dawn,
For her reality is sheer brightness:
A bedlam in her mind
That shock of crashing worlds,
Another side of celestial bliss

From this sheer sight she seeks some calm
and finds it in the sleeping night.