Poem: Fallen Angels [9/11]
This poem is dedicated to all those who died in the 9-11 tragedy; especially those who leaped to their deaths out of desperation from the top of the World Trade Center.
Written 9/11/2002
Fallen Angels
Falling Angels
Falling no name,
A last whisper tossed deep,
Quietly into a cloud of gray,
Through your eyes alas clearly I see
As my life lived once outside the circle,
A new breeze, an offering, an intensity re-felt,
Through your courage,
Your passion,
Your pain
Fears boundless left far, up high, atop,
Reaching limits way up high,
As each breath blankets intolerance with renewed purpose and
unification,
This proud calling,
Heard amongst the ashes ringing tall,
Reaches oceans far,
Resonating clearly over the tips of frosted mountain tops
Herein a new day birthed,
A new definition for a grateful nation,
Your journey remains still,
Etched in the annals of tomorrows rise,
A path,
A dawn,
Forever resident,
Echoing throughout hallways near,
Felt within the vibration of a stadium cheer,
Celebrated with a loved one whispering in your ear,
An unrighteous gift of remembrance between the pulse,
A pause, as we salute you,
Your valor,
Unfathomable,
Efforts forgotten not in memory,
As you remain the breath in us,
Your energy ours,
In life,
As together,
We live.