Poetry in Stone

Towers so perfect,
Beacons of sight,
Simple and brilliant,
Majesty in white.

Gentler than lovers,
A groom and a bride,
Everyday cathedral
Reaching to the light.

They shaped our horizon,
They welcomed us home.
All of that has changed now,
Our innocence is gone.

They were poetry in steel,
Poetry in Stone.
How can we believe they're really gone?

I swear I still see them
On foggy days.
I feel their spirit
Reaching through the haze.

We mourn our loved ones,
Our daughter, our son.
We can't be the same again,
Our children are gone.

They were poetry in steel,
Poetry in Stone.
How can we believe they're really gone?

Senseless the hatred,
Nothing was won.
The world came together,
But our towers are gone.

They were poetry in steel,
Poetry in Stone.

 2001  Ingrid Heldt