A faint rosy light
illuminating the trees
in the distance.
Birds above singing
tunes of happiness
unknown to this world.
She crosses the bridge of
glistening bronze
into the unknown.
The Morning Glories open as
she passes by,for what
i don't know.
She does not look back
for she knows that she will
never again feel the atrocities
that beset humankind.
A white horse is waiting
for her by a tree
with wisdom and kindness
its eyes.
They gallop swiftly into the
distance towards the faint rosy
light of her dreams.
Leaving the bridge of freedom
forever behind.