Dancing to your song.
Did our paths meet in a past life,
two creative souls unheard?
Did you make the music with your mind,
to paint them on my words?
Is that is why we were meant to meet,
all those years ago?
Why even though we don’t want to be,
we can never quite let go?
Can you hear me when I write
gentle whispers of a song?
Carried on a summers breeze,
until you know there’s something wrong?
Then you are here unwrapping me,
and you tie me to the bed.
Hold me down and whisper,
until you are back inside my head.
I cannot resist this pull,
even though I know it’s wrong.
You play the music in my mind,
and I am dancing to your song.
That rush of passion will not abate,
as the years roll quickly by.
Then we step back to our own lives,
but we never say goodbye.