On the shelf are all my things <br />Boxes of memories and <br />The Bottle of Dreams <br />All you need is one sip <br />And you get to slip <br />Into your dreams <br />I'll meet you there <br />But I'm drinking it all down <br />To have this conversation <br /> <br />When you whisper in your sleep <br />What are you whispering <br />I still sit up in bed at night <br />Trying to listen to the emptiness <br />Who's name are you saying <br />You always leave me wondering <br />Maybe you left something <br /> <br />I was at the bottom of the second bottle <br />When the moon finally stood up <br />I was staring blankly <br />From the ground at the ceiling <br />I'm alone here always waiting <br />But I can't hear over the noise <br />That you're not making <br />I didn't know the monsters you left behind <br />Could be so damn mean <br />They don't want me laying <br />In the place you laid in <br /> <br />Where did you put the sun <br />Or did it just forget to come up <br />How far did you have to run <br />Before you escaped from yourself <br />You know you left some stuff <br />Still sitting on my shelf <br /> <br />How many bottles do I have to pound <br />Before my dreams will be found <br />Now I can't even think and I can barely see <br />When I look out the window <br />It's just in time to notice <br />The world has stopped spinning <br />Just for me, a never ending night <br />Without any dreams <br /> <br />I guess I'll start separating <br />All the things that aren't mine <br />Too much weight is straining <br />The shelf is giving <br />I wonder what I'll find <br />When I look inside the boxes <br />I can see my mind, <br />And look, here is the sun <br />You knew the whole time <br />You're just too busy disappearing <br />Leaving everything undone <br />And an empty bottle of dreams<br /><br />Brandon Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bottle-of-dreams/