ancient traveler
sees the low red sun crying
embracing the sky
he quietly guides the rain
full moon over an old bridge
the traveler stands at the foot
he is of both lands
cold light touches all
weary traveler
waits for his home
to arrive
Wayne L. Miller 
I really love this…love the penultimate stanza .. makes you just pause for a nano second to slowly reel in the last three lines. Lovely!
Thank you for your kinds words!