View From the Shadow

Amidst cloisters and bells I saw her face She moved with such pride and curious grace Picking the orange and the yellow fruit With every purchase her smile was so cute Cold and darken the paving beneath Above the coving with golden leaf Notre Damn in its total glory With me inside vulgar and gory Look there she dances and skips and sings Light on her toes as though she has wings And all around her have joyous eyes As soft through the air she twirls and flies If we were born without our sight Within this world I would have might But God deems me to wear this suit In life through its lonely pursuit