In the whisper of waves upon forgotten shores,
echoes of echoes, reflections in still water.
When does a memory cease to be?
When does a ghost cease to haunt?
Unseen frequencies flicker in the mind's eye,
fading like distant radio murmurs
that speak in tongues once familiar.
Signals, signs, seen between the folds of dream and reality.
Misting trails left by the touch of an unseen world.
Do you feel the silent vibrations?
Absorb them, let them ebb like waves on the sand.
Record them in the diary of your soul. Return to the wave’s edge
Listen closely to the frequency of forgetting,
where each signal is a star in the memory sky,
faint, fading, yet ever-present.
May you find resonance in these ghostly echoes,
a silent dance of shadow and light across
the tapestry of consciousness.