Cenotaph

Just one ordinary day
[ a sunny morning ] - warm and bright -
a day of hope, songs
and love
a day of dreams, coffee
and later times.

Just another day
- to all of us -
rushing, hugging...
a kiss in the cheek...
" a bright day "
of see you later
and simple goodbyes
a day of meeting datelines
a day of calls and e-mails
a day for laughs
for shopping
for fun
for postcards
for grandeur.

And everything was gone...
- just like that -
we all saw it...
over and
over...

Why such a way of wasting
- wonderful life -
Why such an attack of evil
to humanity.


I can understand the ways of life
the time to "go"
but not like that... calculated... organized...
[ acting in the name of God ]
Why such an evil creature
could do so much damage?
an attack of horrible measure
to life, to light, to freedom.

The night is full of stars
of beautiful shining light
of comets and wishing stars.

[ I feel the peace and comfort
that the colors of
freedom provides me ]

I feel the night
so quiet, so still
and I lit my balcony
with tea-lights
- in memory-
of all those marvelous
wonderful human beings
that lost their lives.

But I will never forget them
I will always have in my heart
all those things that we feel
and think...
when we wake up in the morning.

So I will look at the sunrises and the sunsets
the stardust and the comets
the green and the blue
the ocean and the sand
for them to see / when I close my eyes.

Ethel