the goal is not to have one

dreaming without sleeping 
faltering she fell
and yet she flew 
and landed on a single petal

wind through her hair found 
blinders for her eyes
and  still she saw waves of madness
through the moonlight

the silence wasn’t really there
but she heard it 
with words on the tip of her tongue
never spoken

breeze high
crouch low
see far
and hear nothing