Soundtrack Poem by Robin Bennett

If you see me drift off to the days of old,
If I begin to wistfully long for stories we told.
When sweet memories strike a familiar chord,
I sometimes travel to where you and I are still stored.

Cherishing each little whisper, each moving beat,
Those moments together, times were so very sweet.
Play me over and over, hold me with each pulsing move,
Just by the way desire leads, it's evident the music approves.

Set the pace, what are you feeling tonight; fast or slow?
I know this melody by heart, matching each note, every flow.
Spin me around, as the tempo reaches a fever pitch,
You lead, I follow; a tango, a waltz, now an upbeat switch.

I never want to leave this place where my carefree days dwell,
With the flip of a switch, or a turn of a dial, I never must say farewell.
Here in the real world, amidst the horror, war, hunger and strife,
It only takes a second to send me soaring to the soundtrack of my life.