??She stands on the edge of the shore, as a new dawn breaks, on the horizon she searches.. For dreams that never came. With eyes unseeing she watches the sky, seagulls flying free and high. She stands on the edge, of madness or reason? The pink hues turn crimson, the gentle breeze gets stronger, another storm? She thinks no longer. The gentle water wraps her in a loving embrace, and the dawn turns to dusk