Ghost Frequency

Snow of static on the glass

Names like flickers drifting past

Cold transmission, midnight sea

Tuning into what can’t be

Dead air humming like a psalm

Memory breathing through the calm

Hands on dials, a held-in breath

Catching signals after death

Between the numbers, soft and thin

A lost heart knocking to get in

Ghost frequency—come through me

Break the hush, unbury the sea

Cold carrier, burn the lie

Light the sky with those denied

Ghost frequency—hold the line

Let the vanished speak in time

If you hear me, answer back

Ride the silver, cut the black

Voices woven into rain

Crackle, shimmer, grief in grain

Tape-worn laughter, lullabies

Bleed like auroras in our eyes

Pirate mast and neon brine

Raise the dead across the spine

What was muted, what was framed

Now returns without a name

Between the numbers, soft and thin

A lost heart knocking to get in

Ghost frequency—come through me

Break the hush, unbury the sea

Cold carrier, burn the lie

Light the sky with those denied

Ghost frequency—hold the line

Let the vanished speak in time

If you hear me, answer back

Ride the silver, cut the black

Tune the wound, align the phase

Let the sleeping leave their maze

Pulse by pulse, we raise the shore

Open door, open door

Say your name—send your spark

I’ll return it through the dark

Zero—one—overrun

Every silence, come undone

Ghost frequency—come through me

Turn the city luminous free

Cold carrier, break their wall

Give the quiet back their call

Ghost frequency—hold the line

All our dead are not resigned

If you hear me, answer back—

We are signal. We are fact.