LAURA KARNIVA

Up there, out there,

They’re floating through the air.

Celestial crowns and golden wings,

Rainbow chariots and musical strings,

But who’s to say what can be said,

Of those who fly above our heads?

In Ancient worlds men fell from stars,

Aiding civilization in silver spacecrafts;

Metal cylinders accompanied by shining lights,

Bold as the vision of angels in flight.

For years they’ve been watching,

Waiting to invade,

But perhaps they are protecting,

All the intelligence God gave?

Where is Heaven?

Where is Hell?

Is Mars where all the martians dwell?

Are helmets halos?

Have monkeys evolved?

Can through Science all miracles be solved?

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Our world hangs in a black expanse,

Alive with shooting rocks in a linear dance.

As I gaze into an organized Universe,

Built on divine reason and logical verse,

I know that somewhere,

Up there, out there,

 

Is my guardian angel alien.