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Floods seem to rise
Flashes tend to storm
Patterns take a form
Each night, as I close my eyes

Tenderness and calm
Are taking over me
Like on a sprained knee
Spread a soothing balm

Troubles are at bay
Senses in the fore
This I want some more
Nights as bright as day

Can I forever keep
These images vivid
The sparks that I’m amid
These ideas so deep?

Oh one minute of WOW
Let me hold you tight
And drink you in my sight
Before slumber says ‘not now’…