"Won't you sleep?"

I waited across the ever-busy platform, 
Bunches of roses, red ribbon and fern, 
Went home and back the next day, 
Daisy, Lilly and smile of despair again!
Retired with the late night's green
Nightman's boots and thin air through the tree,
Empty cup and holding on through blinds
Mind was up but eyes wont agree.
One more time, may be tomorrow is when
It will all be right, all the same again!
The kids and garden replacing the camps
Sunday Church and afternoons insane.
May be tomorrow is when it'll all happen
You'll come along and wont make another trip!
And then, someone reached - heavy hand and pat
Whispers lingered slowly - "Won't you sleep?"