I can feel you dance
in the very heart of me
your inspirations start
as my contemplations part
from average
thoughts and deeds

the savage side abides
for awhile
upon the changing tides
tensions rise and fall
passions wax and wane
'til ecstasies regain
a toxicating hold on me

 the redolence
of magnolias in full bloom
invades my nostrils
from Juliet's lost tomb

and with experienced palette
I taste each vintage in your well kept-cellar
washed down with light from a distant Capella

through innocent eyes
I am forced to watch
Indians claiming well-earned scalps
or orchids dying in the highest alps

and yet what I see
is really up to me
for though you are an integral part
of my sane insanity
it's within my power to detach
and once again catch
 reality

though I am the only loser
if you take your leave of me
for a block
like ice
chills my day
freezes my way
yet through it all
and not by chance
as my contemplations part
your inspirations start
and in the very heart of me
I can feel you dance