Feverdreams

[andave_ya]

Rivers gurgle in my veins.
Silent trees stand sentinel in the half-dark.
The silver thrum of a lilting Voice,
Sounding plaintive in the gathering dusk.

Cradled in the high-roots of Oak,
May I die here?
The sea of forest wisps steady reassurance.
I am caught in a heady lull
Until the Voice Stops.

The rivers burn.
The sentinels fade to flickering forms.
Crisply businesslike tones mutter impersonal:
"More morphine, she's in pain."

Am I?
The Voice waits.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It seemed to me to be building up to a longer narrative, especially with the pleasurable repetitions of:


Rivers gurgle in my veins.
Silent trees stand sentinel....

but then it ended - abruptly, I thought.

[Pendragon]

I'm with Prince, I thought you were just starting a much longer work, and the abrubt halt was startling.

[andave_ya]

Ok, I think I can go on with it. I'll see if it'll go anywhere. Thank you, gents!

[blazeofglory]

Good presentation of the predicament one goes through ordinarily of course in life.

[andave_ya]

Thank you!