I Dream... Poem by Vyktor Ekott

I dream… still
It was of you and me
…Dreaming…
I sensed an art of scheming
Not caring… so careless
I reached out, but you turned away
I wanted to be close, you wanted to run
You were acting strange
Your reach was out of range
Was it truly you or an apparition?
You once loved me, not infatuation
What’s happening, where’s my angel?
Out of frustration, I screamed
But to my joy and relief, it was a dream.