A Bridge

I will go to sleep tonight
And fully anticipate dreaming
Perhaps standing in the middle
Of a slender bridge, spanning the stars

On the far bank, that shining one is disappearing
My left eye is tearing : jewels for her
On the near bank, her younger sister is beckoning
My right eye is tearing : gems for her

The present is a vice, is a rack, is a sweet vice
The present is a demon, an angel, is
My longing for You