Drifting

As I said in my previous post Imagining where I showed my first ever poem in my mother tongue to those who read Hungarian, there was yet another poem in the making, but in English, just as all of the earlier ones. 
Voila!

DRIFTING

Drifting in your music,
Passionate,
Ethereal,
Ecstatic.

Drifting in your talking,
Meaningful,
Playful,
Caring.

Drifting in your being,
Powerful,
Loveful,
Yearning.

You are drifting me away
To places I have never seen -
Or are these places
I have always known,
Always wanted to be?

I wonder
Where are you taking me?

Drifting me along...

- Andrea Gerak





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