i like this, except for the ending, which seems rushed to finish. there's a simplicity in thought and rhyme, and a wonderful first image, the blanket of night is the night we know, sleeping through life in bed.
in a way, i think you could end it at: everything anticipates
where, it would be that you have faith that the reader has "gotten it", and shares your vision. again, the ending seems like a "rush to explain", and makes it lose its poetry for me.