Bridge of the Sun is a poem by Fisher kel Tath. "Do not come here old friendIf you bring bad weatherI was down where the river ran Running no moreRecall that span of bridge?Gone now the fragments greyAnd scattered on the sandNothing to crossYou can walk the water’s flowWending slow into the basinAnd find the last place whereWeather goes to dieIf I see you hove into viewI’ll know your resurrection’s comeIn tears rising to drown my feetIn darkening skyYou walk like a man burned blindGroping hands out to the sidesI’d guide you but this riverWill not waitRushing me to the swallowing seaBeneath fleeing birds of whiteDo not come here old friend If you bring bad weather" ―Bridge of the SunFisher kel Tath