We gazed upward and saw horror on the wind;
- they could've been us.

Surrealism ripped away our complacency
and threw us down to earth:
billowing explosions; clouds of smoke, dust, ash.

We gazed upward to what vanished on the wind;
- they could've been us.

Shock diffused the nightmare of day,
and lifted the veil of our separation:
bodies falling hand-in-hand; desperate acts of hope.

We gaze upward seeking a memory on the wind;
- they could've been us.

A prayer rises with our love, a flag flutters
with their breath. Breathe in, breathe in their lives.
Their souls surround us; they are now us - on the wind.