The night weighs gently
Rounding my shoulders
As I struggle to find sleep
Things on my mind range
from the basal to the ethereal
Some of them have a great deal of weight
Some of the weight is not even mine.
So I think I’ll go back to bed
The big bed, with the fan turning imperceptibly
To keep this Florida room cool
I”ll wrap myself around a man who waits for me there.
I’ll hold him close to me and stay with him.
When he wakes he’ll take the weight from me
And both of us will sleep wrapped together
By Deborah E. Dayen
learningtolivelikewaterblog.com 
I like the way you ended this piece
Thanks! Considering it was a 3 AM poem, I’m happy you liked it.
Hey, I have done some of my best work at 3 AM
This is beautifully written, Deb and so incredibly serene.
Aww, thanks trE. The 3 AM sleepless antidote. 😊
You’re most welcome. Antidotes are good to have.