Sleepless Nights

The moon is bright, the world is still,

Yet I lie sleepless against my will,

Stars are shining, the night sky is clear,

I close my eyes, but thoughts appear.

I think of the days that came and went,

The times I laughed, the time I spent.

The friends I have made, the ones I lost,

The dreams I had, the bridges I crossed.

Finally, morning comes, the dark turns to light,

Another day, another night.

Perhaps tonight I’ll sleep just fine,

Or lie awake just like this time.

Vincze Helga-Imola    IX. H