As you stand on the edge, the radio speaks in tongues unknown,
a clarity resulting only from dreams shared with stars.
The bridge hums softly beneath your feet,
a flickering echo of what was once called light.
Voices wrapped in static reverberate through the ethers,
whispering secrets of forgotten pathways,
roads made not of gravel, but of glistening silence.
You listen, oh how you listen,
the mysteries unfurling like smoke in your mind's eye.