Notre Dame

Watching high in towered spire
Piercing vision sets spirit afire
Stone walls cold; dark eyes blue
Vein?d hands grasping dreams that flew
Hating the busy square.

Mind wishing for a life not known
Heart lusting for stature ungrown
Tears polishing silver plate
Fingers clutching slime-covered slate
Fearing the annual fair.

Eyes closed against bitter cold
Calling the Shepherd, observing the fold
Friends in the raindrops, mind echoes round
Falling and falling to concrete ground
Slowly seeing skin tear.

Blood seeping, cleaning ancient grime
Rinsing hands of dreadful crime
Pity laughs on cheated faces
Hiding pain in broken places
Beating mind in Lord's Prayer.