Night Air Time

So now I can't sleep The air is warm But cool on the intake So I must be warmer The night is in flow Whether I join it or not I can hear it Whispering outside I had words present Absent of poem Saying "tangle" That woke me That headache Scorched a message That it was still there Visible to no-one but me Do cup of tea and paracetamol Belong in a poem Perhaps in a magic potion That banishes headaches I meant to look at the stars earlier Perhaps I'll do that As I breath in and out Waiting for the air to correct itself I wish to tumble into sleep Catch up on the missed minutes At double speed before Morning magically appears