Sleepless Nights

Those were the golden days,
When away swayed nights,
Of peaceful sleep and dreams,
Spent on the hammock of ropes.

Swayed by the mighty winds,
As the moon and the stars,
Sang their share of lullabies,
Full of love and good wishes.

With the sound of harmonies,
By dexterous leaves in trees,
And the glorious hymns of fairies,
Many sleepless nights are they.

Light shone on still waters,
As the lustrous sun awakes,
Bringing in new lessons,
Of life and awaited days.

Growing old in age and years,
On the luxurious bed lies,
Sleepless nights of worries,
Depriving the dreamy eyes.

Of awe and happiness,
Bereft are the nights,
Of innocence and solitary dreams,
Many sleepless nights are they.