We walk between the sunlight and the stone.
We stand between the steel and the dust.
We belong to
families and we are alone.
The wind gently blows
The sounds of the city around us.
We hear voices raised in remembrance.
We hear voices shouting dissent.
Our souls feel void and hope.
Our
minds grasp today and return to yesterday.
Thousands of lives have moved through time and space.
Thousands of lives liveWTC on only in memory.
(c)2010 Leona M Seufert
