Still I See

The green and heavy fog did penetrate my mind. Oh such vain and sometimes foolish pride. Still I see visions of home, and then I remember what I truly should be fighting for. I see light and golden fields, meadow lands, large and shady trees, living forests with gentle running streams. The entrance of this realm is gated with white marble pillars and straight pearl bars. Past this gate I again see the light beaming intensely through soft clouds. Dancing in a joyful circle there are ones known to me and I to them. I remember for a moment my friends up there.