Sweet Time - Nowhere Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sweet time - nowhere
a fantasy of my own,
this world's here and there
in my head not shown.

But I in my sleep
can find its way about,
and this is mine to keep
without having any doubt.

I was driven into time
that really was not here,
its day was in its prime
and I could go everywhere.

I saw its perfect flowers
and its dreams of reality,
I dwelt there many hours
in its peaceful harmony.

Sweet time a fantasy
in its everlasting show,
it's 'to be or not to be'
when inside it we go!