Under The Bridge Of Tears Poem by James McLain

Under the Bridge of Tears,
Moon has closed it's doors.
and even under the silk it covers me.
Rivers and rivers.
Oceans, sea.
One last bridge, agreed?
In which corner of the sky is it?
A horizontal groove it moves.
Beyond the red walls
Swollen as and as gently as the breeze,
it Blows the silk off, one green leaf.
In the gleam,
prolonged of laying down to weep.
The bark soon follows.
The sun, the crows are never roosting
and are unaware of my deep melancholy.
Again; I leave the bed.
Years after all the years I burned,
I stroll on.
Under the Bridge of Tears
Away from the staircase jeweled.
I regret the wasted years, My lady,
frightened of the cold, frightened of the heat,
whereas the beautiful days; I ran out of.
Suddenly is that, 'yes' a treat
my autumn of death.
Constantly disturbed by changing times,
I lose the way of the overflowing light.
This removes us twain left once again as two.
Whom moved, is left the bridge, fixed rotation?
On my island salutary wide?
I realize-Under the Bridge of Tears.
The stars the moon again and how it cries.