Sometimes there are lines in a poem that really stick out more so than others and strike me -- this line is one of them:
Because dreaming men are haunted
men, dream of me tonight.
I -love- that so much. I've read it over and over and can't get over it. It's haunting, beautiful, sad..
Your opening stanza is probably my favorite. It's something I can relate to, yet something so personal, like a secret. I think it's interesting you opened with this person never sleeps, and you end with asking them to dream of you. Like to take a chance, rest in you, be still, be calm. That's a really beautiful and heartbreaking thought. Lovely poem!