Soul

Dad loved it.
Centre of attention, sky-high cakes, boogie woogie and me.

Today as the sun gets booted by millions of clouds, I sit pinked up and grooving as another dozen iced fancies sets...
Listening to Marvin Gaye as the fondant firms is about as cool as it gets.
Drifting whilst listening and grinding whilst singing along, pretty hot huh?
Snooker is shoved aside, for soul.

Waving my arms and tip tapping my heels I melt to The Four Tops and smile widely and openly to The Temptations. But It Is Just My Imagination that imagines I'm young again and it is Just My Imagination that one day my voice will be heard and my soul shared.

Ain't No Mountain high enough to hide love...