Drifting Along

Pics of Sid, us and Nature 039

I’d like to drift,

down a lazy river,

hear the water lapping,

against my wooden boat.

 

To drift and look up at a sunny sky

and watch the clouds drifting by.

To see the birds in flight,

floating down the lazy river.

 

I’d like to drift in dreams,

that take me to magical places,

like in wonderful fairy tales –

where all the endings are happy ones.

 

To get lost in memories,

that are so dear to me,

how very happy I’d be –

just drifting along.

 

Just to drift,

holding on to thoughts,

of love and friends

and memories made along the way.

 

To drift,

as if there were no cares

and let my mind –

take me to where my heart longs to be.

 

I wish I could thumb a ride,

on a cloud that reminds me,

of a winged horse

and just fly away.

 

Just sailing along with the breeze,

over the tops of trees,

drifting, drifting –

just me and my dreams.

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to Drifting Along

  1. I firmly believe that we all need to drift some days. To ride our dreams.

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