Notre Dame at twilight
Dusk comes gently
in the city of light
where the shadows soften
as they gather around
the charred ribs
of the wounded cathedral
Pleasure boats continue
to the ply the river
but the passengers
are subdued
passing beneath the bridge
with barely a sigh
And along the quays
lovers stroll hand in hand
Who knows what promises
they make when they pause
either to kiss or to gaze
into the clear grey waters ?
And who knows what promises
will be kept ?
John Lyons
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