Left Awake

Tonight, the day refuses to give me to the dark. 

I lay awake, fully conscious. 
But can sense the loosening grip of 
Day on my arm. 
Please, hand me over already!
Have I not fulfilled my day's obligations?
Have I not heard everything the day needed to say?
Well then, I lay here, willing the light to 
Finish speaking, but find no words. 

It is precarious, to be so awake at such a 
Late time. 
For all distractions are absent, 
And one is left alone with just thoughts. 
So, please, give me the company of sleep. 

The late night is passionate, 
And I have fallen head over heels.