Dreams In A Bottle Poem by Ronald Strickland

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..