Lullaby World

I miss the time when my dreams were lullabies,
when child would rest at mother's breast, imagining cotton clouds and marshmellow skies.
 I miss the presence of youthful innocence,
when grandpa would twirl his baby girl
up in the air in that lullaby world- and she would dance on his feet in blissful ignorance.
I miss those days of strolling through wooden ways, no concrete beneath my feet,
not wearing the shoes that i should, just divergent paths through a naked wood.
 I miss the people that came to every birthday- that feeling of fame, goodies and gifts-
the center of attention, without a wheelbase, without an age to mention.
 oh, to live in a lullaby world, to sap the strength of every giving day,
to live as though there were no tomorrow, where loved ones never fade away.
I miss my time in dreams that never seemed to lack, to find my childhood and take it back!!
where the world and the people were never better, living life to their word, to each individual letter but now it only exists in the rhyme of Brahm's lullaby. I miss the time.