Sacred Candle
September 6, 2002

Waves are now azure and calm
like nothing happened
Hudson - runs into the salty bay
no more - empty picture frames on the sidewalks;
Memories are scattered
West Side Highway - now calm
the wind blew the ashes into the sea

No time for bitterness when the moonlight
glimmers on the waters;
The reflection of the towers no longer stands
tall and strong; To pretend to hold a smile is not easy
but run out off words it is for - those who perished
hidden behind the wall of silence -
mother, father, brother, sister, son...

Youth got lost in time frozen with fear,
but God please forgive me
if I touched this subject; The- flames sank low
on the sacred candle... And who wants to talk of
a mortal - flight into - disintegration...
The day when sirens howled; Stares have
now become distant, gravestones invisible

© Silvana Krculic