Under this bridge

Under the bridge is a view of a city

That ripples in color and time

But sadly no one will ever know

Its unreachable shine

The colors are ruby

They’re emerald and gold

Yet all of its beauty

Will never be told

The city is a reflection

A continuous sheen

A permanent mirage

An ever-rushing stream

From under the bridge

It’s cool and dark

With plenty of time

To plan a lodestar arc

But it’s from under this bridge

You can only see

The city

That’s in front of me