Beautiful tears

Beautiful tears blossomed on her eyelids
as she remembered the mother she had
loved so much     and I watched her descending
the spiral staircase having dried her eyes
Every day there’s a new bridge to cross
Do you remember
                       the Pont Mirabeau
the Rialto    the Bridge of Sighs   the Chain
Bridge that spans the Danube between Buda
and Pest?
             More water than we will ever
know flowing down to the sea     and fifteen
pieces of music that swept us along
the course of our love
                    How strange to be gone
a silence an eternal rest to turn
no more again
               a tuneless crumpled horn


John Lyons

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