Four in the morning...poem by Jude kyrie

Sleep is an illusive companion.
she comes to visit my thoughts
on her nightly vigil.
Is she one of the happy people.
not  like me.
No not like me.

I see her here every night
They are together under
lavender scented  silk sheets.
In a sleeping embrace.
Her softness comforts him.
The reassurance of his
arm protecting her.
Keeping her loved and safe.
Even in  her slumber.

In his dreams he feels her.
He feels the downy softness
Of his family all around him.
The soft breathing
of their sleeping children.
In their rooms
makes this night
even more tender.

In their waking morning
Their children will go to school.
Noisily ,Lunch pails, backpacks.
She will kiss her husband
on his cheek.
More a familiar habit.
But one he never
wants her to break.

She will whisper to him.
Luv you honey
Have a good day 
And the world is all
as it should be.

The dream fades

It's four in the morning
And I am lay here
Alone In my bed.
sleepless as usual.