My Heart Pounds

let me tell you how I feel
it's real, surreal, ethereal
let me paint with words and sounds
the way that inside my heart pounds

anticipating more with you
becoming one although still two
I sense your presence like a mist
and feel the your lips as if been kissed

one thing about you I adore
a scent which I cannot ignore
conjuring visions in my mind
slipping in and out of time

when dark and cold and late at night
I am warmed and bathed in light
flowing back and forth between
heart to heart in astral beams

and when I fall asleep before
dreaming, there's a place where more
hypnagogic visions rise
and I look into your eyes

let me tell you how I feel
it's real, surreal, ethereal
let me paint with words and sounds
the way that inside my heart pounds