that everyone is so in Love?.....why not!
(and as the dead Twin Towers call us to hate)

but we Love, we do!......we have just forgot
that we "destroy" unless we dare  "create"

soft appearances,come!....let us "to mind"
all of our semblances of Destiny

who would call "living" watching others die?
who can sing of Freedom in midst these chains?

looking all around as Wars "come to life"
asking ourselves if we "have a true place"

and why everything seems it must have a price?
and why can't we look eachother "face-to-face"?

Love is not merely but "the stuff of Dreams"
but, (of reality) is the Pure Seed