September Sky

It was a beautiful day to fly

through azure skies as deep as a tropical sea.

It must have drawn the eye

up to see and admire

the sight of sharp edged tower

against that infinite sky.

 

The air was so clear and filled with light

that you had to envy those

able to travel in buoyant flight,

‘til the comfort of the familiar wing

became unease, an incomprehensible thing

unfolding within our unwilling sight.

 

And when it hit and when it burned

a nation cried

a city yearned

for the safety of innocence lost

as every bad dream was tossed

within a lesson in terror too well learned.