A Peaceful Day

The day the world saw evil...remember 9/11

Time stood still that day when
The sparkling cerulean sky drank
Those buckets of smoldering paint
That forever tainted that immaculate skyline

The acrylic chipped into layers
And layers of torn emotions while
The shadows dropped to the depths
Like the heart of a wounded soldier.

Yet the clock tipped forward
A cut healing the moments of anger
The tranquility sweeping tears
Back into the duct where they remain
Present and unforgotten like a memory
In a film of stone.

And the doves have washed their
Tarnished feathers on the shore
Of the Hudson Bay.