late nights

I try not to keep late nights, I really do, but I cant seem to go to bed early! Also, the silhouettes of the trees outside my window dont become meaningful until after 1am. What do they mean? I cant decide yet, but they are full and bristling at the top and they are trying to tell me something from the higher midnight air where the lights of the city are no so bright and the wind is cooler, almost frozen by the silver summer stars, wishing rest upon the frenzied heat of day.