Restless

Wandered by the water of the river bank until the sun settled on the horizon. In the sunsets bliss I set my tent and made a fire. The night crept into being like ice melting into water. The forest around me exhaled and shuddered as a cohesive organism. The noises mixing into sheer cahcaufony I frantically paced back and fourth in the glow of the fire. Shadows danced on the backdrop while the fear engulfed my being. I was exposed now, I'd have to face it, I had no other options it was going to find me.

Then in the darkness I heard it, a whisper echoing in the eerie tone of the jungles silence. Panic was beginning to grip me. I went to the babbling spring to splash water on my face. But it crept in again... The whispering. The fire was swallowed by the darkness and the darkness rested on me.

With no fire all that remained was the moon.
It shone on fractured images of water. And, for a while I stared, trying to see through the breaks to what lay underneath the surface. But all remained hidden. So I laid in the darkness listening to the whispers of the jungle.