She stood beneath the dying sun, with crimson mist
surrounding her at the very edge of the world.
Here she experienced the explosions of pure silence for
the first time, since being born into a world of noise.
She smiled and looked back to see the last burning bridge
destroying everything around it, to later vanish from the surface.
Later the rain will wash away the flaws that remain,
until another bridge magically appears out of the blue.
With a chill kiss from the November wind,
she closed her eyes and jumped.
Her fall broke the silence and the noise
claimed the last corner of stillness.
I had a weird dream, once again.
