POETRY: Daydreams by Aimee

[aimee]

Daydreams

here I sit, talking to dead air…
air that can’t speak, or feel, or listen, only receive.
air like you, yet an image only,
….ever mute and smiling.

and yet in this air, I take comfort.
(be it a false sense)
This air cannot offend or be offended,
it cannot interrupt or change the topic,
it cannot insinuate (be accused of insinuation),
or ignore….

….or love…..
or encourage….

I am free…

yet alone

[Josh]

Um.... this is quality work! I tip my hat to a great peice of poetry.

You know, I've sometimes wondered about the difference between those who pray to the Father and those who speak to the air. No more. I think the distinction is quite clear in your words. But still I wonder how often our 'prayers' are really just to the wind with it's empty security.

[aimee]

Thanks for the praise I have to say, I can't take credit for the deeper meaning of prayer, though that fits it very well too. I composed it of more superficial motives, while MSN-ing actually.