Only if all my dreams were in a bottle
I would find a peaceful place and pour
myself a dream.
I would pour myself dreams of places that
I have been.
Dreams of love that never end, wet or dry,
they are the sweetest of dreams, that
I may share, if you were there.
If by chance I poured a dream that as a child i'm in
class only wearing my underwear, i'd chuckle
and return the dream to the bottle to tell of it another time.
I would pour myself dreams that seemed so real,
I would have to pinch myself, and ask where had I been.
If while in this peaceful place enjoying
my bottle of dreams, and I close my eyes
and dream to fill my bottle, I hope to look into my
bottle of dreams and see you there,
in my sweetest of dreams.
Sweet dreams in my bottle of dreams..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem