The wicked night, a storm
On its way, you can taste it in the air
Not quite a humidity,
It's lighter than heavy
Almost a smell, but taste

I have to think to myself
What can I do, what have I done?
Patterns overlap, circles within circles
Remember details, collect the clues
Did I say this, did I look like that?
Maybe I agreed too quickly
Or it's not me at all

Moods are strange things
Arranged from the nonlinear
Chaotic patterns, too big to see
I see the change, chance to shine
A disappointment dominos

Retreat and hide, deny and find
I know the challenge is great
A hardship to develop
Breaking comfortable patterns
But that were hurtful, faulty; cling
If your dreams are big, your day is long
Much that is wanted, may be found

Her need is great; hold her close
Comfort her want, find peace, please
Right now, she still shines
Inner glow, it smolders
Mirrors all broken

I only want her happy
Heavy years are like chains
Drooping shoulders, neck and head
Rub the stress from her shoulders
Gently thumb precious neck
Work hands deep
Stretch muscles, calming effect

Oil her down, bring smile with scent
Tease worry from wary, bring her sleepy
Comb her hair, long beauty
Not make her sweaty
Heavy eyes, close gently

Relax, my Love
I promised, I vowed
Anything I can do
I will make sure
I can carry