The fog

As I lay in the fog
Unable to nod,
Thoughts like spirits descending.

They flash through my mind,
But are so hard to find,
Never revealing the ending.

I know I can't catch then,
There already gone.

I am full.
His Glory
Goes on...

When it all settles down,
That soft gentle sound,
Of a melody fills my ear.

Brings me back home to you.
"But there's so much to do!"

"Rest now."
I know the ending.