Ghostwave Commons

There is no division so vast or so great that we cannot overcome it
There are no tired wheels so worn-out that they cannot roll and roll
and roll

There is no sky-scraping sorrow so deep that I would not care
No miles, or markers or posts can dissuade
No broken plans that cannot be remade

Step out into the commons
The tide rises and the cold, black water comes up to your ankles
The prey fish swim about
as if they know their time is up
Reach out your hand and feel the breeze, solar born and staid
it is me, calling through slow staircases and headaches and lack of sleep-
Still wanting you