Skywaving

Ghosts

Of the voices they left behind

In the tide lines, they will confide everything in time

At night

When the waveforms burn in the air

Like a whisper caught in a prayer

Can you hear me?

So I wait

Lying still with dust in my eyes

All through these years

Dreaming of the day we will fly

But for now

As broken hearts wait to mend

And stories wait for The End

So I will still be here