Sleepy heads, pillow bound <br />dreamers in time <br />life in a fantasy world <br />without reason or rhyme. <br />People hustle by you <br />along life’s winding road <br />until you catch tomorrow <br />and again your stories told. <br /> <br />Dragons of many heads <br />white knight in shining armour <br />fair maiden of the picture show <br />on a cloud with silver lining. <br />Who’s to mark of days gone by <br />of young lives running freely? <br />Who’s to mark of days to come <br />and times that pass sadly? <br /> <br />The sandman of a million nights <br />of a million dreams <br />calls and calls again <br />for with eyes closing fast <br />we enter sleeping castles <br />as dreamers in time. <br /> <br /> <br />3 October 1979<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-dreamers-in-time/
