A spectre standing on a bridge

His coat is over-long
His eyes are over-tired
Water babbles under
And hides a tell-tale sigh
In the shadows betwixt the lights
The spectre on the bridge

Trees and grass and water all
Belie the city all around
Might be day upon the shore
But the bridge forever night
The moon outlines a charcoal sketch
The spectre on the bridge

Watching over mud and stone
Ripples chase reflections
Some distant dreamer’s dream
Long ago perhaps himself
But not here in the quiet comfort
The spectre on the bridge

Out of sight shoulders slump
Here for once no conflict
Loyalty and honour
Waits for the traveller
Who sees both him and through
The spectre on the bridge