Dream
the forest is lush green
and dripping of moss
and a flowing stream meanders
and wildflowers drop their petals into the flow
where they drift down a waterfall into a deep blue lake
I listen deeply to the melody
of the rippling water
kissing the wet rocks along the way
and within the forest there is chirping and a sigh
then, I hear my name in a whisper
it is faint
and seems to be coming from faraway
it flutters in the tangled trees
and floats on the wind
and I run seeking
but soon I am lost in the vast dark forest
and the dream becomes a maze
of trees and clinging vines reaching out
and then ...
the dream withers away
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May 20, 2021
Poetry/Verse/dream
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1356-967-20
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the contest, All Yours (May 21)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 05/21/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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