Fragmented Dream

The forest was lush green and dripping of moss and rain, Glittering glass streams meandered past dark foliage and trees; And wild flowers dropped their petals into the water, Where they drifted down waterfalls into sapphire blue lakes. I listened deeply to the rippling water kissing the wet rocks, And the forest was loudly chirping and breathing and beckoning me; Then I heard my name being called from a faraway place, It undulated in the tangled branches and whispered on the wind. The voice called my name over and over and I ran towards it, My sobbing a loud moaning wail lost in the vast forest and streams; And it was dark night, the blue sky had withered away, The stars trembled as I ran through the maze, calling out for mother . . . Then, I awoke, weeping. _______________________________ November 4, 2013 Poetry/Verse/Fragmented Dream Copyright Protected, ID 11-517-299-04 All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La FRance Submitted to the Premier contest, Mid August 2018 sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 2018 Fourth Place ________________________________ Featured poem - February 23, 2014 ________________________________ Written for the contest, Poem of the Week, Sponsor, Poet Destroyer, Judged 2013 Honourable Mention