The bridge hangs,
suspended over the gorge,
cables twanging in the rushing air.
You walk forward,
eyes trained on the other side,
carefully ignoring the yawning gap beneath you.
In the center you stop and look up:
the azure blue sky speaks a tale of peace,
the clean warmth of clouds above the spires.
And then it happens:
The high pitched snap of cables
And at that moment,
suspended above heaven and earth,
you realize all the support under you has vanished,
leaving only the silence of the clouds
to catch your fall.