'the Dream Still Lingers'

I meander past a rippling stream, my hair blowing in the wild wind; was that my name being called, softly? Did it sigh in the tangled trees above, I twirl and swirl to only bird songs; my name is but an echo, fading. Mother where are you, mother? Wait, wait, I am coming, wait for me; but only silence sighs, whispering. I wake suddenly in my hospital bed, lost in a sea of pain drifting; gasping and struggling, still breathing. I was lost in a vivid dream, where I was searching and seeking; then, I find myself back in life, moaning. ____________________________________ July 22, 2012 Poetry/Verse/'The Dream Still Lingers' Copyright Protected, ID 12-1185-401-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written after a near death experience.