Hopes And Dreams Poem by Cabaline xxx

Last night when I curled up, sleeping.
Through my mind you tiptoed, creeping.
Quietly manipulating every dream,
adding your influence in every scene.
I searched through my head, for you as a person,
the only effect was that my panic worsened.
I found you and reached out, but you pulled away,
only adding to my feelings of dismay.
The unbearable sadness as we both part,
jolted me awake with the cruelest start.
At last I sat awake, laughing and weeping,
wishing you'd visit not just when I'm sleeping.