eyes of the gypsy at St. Peter's

eyes of the gypsy at St. Peter's

looking through the panes

assiduously crafted from your melted sands of promise and the bellows of blackened men  

you dare me not to love you with every wound you inflict with a mere glance

your stained glass is the execution of my sanity

deceptive in their reflection of tranquility

I've spoken blasphemy in your deified walls

crucifying tears

let nimbostratus fears be moved
to elucidate burgeoning light

as I

genuflect

for no one

but you