Wonder Like Radio Waves

I didn't know

If she could hear the show

On the late night radio

Dark room lit with the console's glow

I wondered if she was listening

If she was considering

Looking back at history

And missing me

Not me

My being

That which is not my body

The music, not the disc jockey

Not the musician

Or instrument

Guitar pic

Or other implement

The notes in the air

That strip your soul bare

A vibration's love affair

The original prayer

Did my notes meet her voice

Make her sing and rejoice

Seemingly without choice

Or was my song ...

Just noise

My wonder wanders through the air tonight

Above her

Between thunder

And lighting strikes

Do they* make their way inside

Does she hold them in her mind

Keep it like a secret - hide

Somewhere for only her to find

Yes,

My wonder

Wanders through the

Air tonight

Above her

Between thunder

And

Lighting strikes

(and hope they meet her in the morning light)

*My wonder- thoughts - and such