My Dreams Floating In A Bottle Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

I TOOK MY DREAMS
AND I PUT THEM IN A BOTTLE
CLOSE THE BOTTLE TIGHT AND THREW IT AWAY
AND WATCH IT SAIL TILL IT WAS OUT OF SIGHT
AND FLOATING SOME WHERE IN THE SEA
SOME WHERE FLOATING FREE
NOW THAT WAS YEARS AGO WHEN THINGS WERE ALL RIGHT
UNTIL MY BLUE SKIES TURN GRAY
WHILE THE SUN DON'T SHINE AND I LOST MY WAY
THROUGH MY BLACKEN NIGHT.
NOW THE SAND SEEM HARD BECAUSE WAVES ARE WEAK
BECAUSE THE TIDE IS LOW AND AIR IS FOWL
MAKING ME FEEL OLD WHEN I SHOULD FEEL STRONG
AND AT MY PEAK BUT WITH OUT MY SOUL
THAN THERE NOTHING TO HELP ME ALONG
BECAUSE I SEND MY DREAMS AWAY
OH HOW I WISH FOR THAT RAINING DAY
SO MY BOTTLE COULD FLOAT BACK THIS WAY
AND I COULD DREAM MY DREAMS AGAIN
BUT THERE LOST AT SEA FLOATING FREE
SO I GUESS MY BOTTLE WON'T FLOAT BACK TO ME