LAURA KARNIVA

The sun cuts through the dirty sky,
Lighting dust which floats so high.
Are these memories which I am loathing?
Or threads drifting off your clothing?
The rays glitter in your hair,
As laughter surrounds us everywhere.
These Giant castles made from stone,
Are not as strong as family’s bones,
For I can see beauty in a life,
Of soup and bread and candy stripes,
A life that slips between my hands,
And disappears into the sand.
If I could dig my heels and stop this time,
And freeze your blood that is also mine,
I would do so without hesitation,
With all my angst on eternal vacation.
In the distance an engine rumbles,
Then all my fears begin to crumble.
A smile spreads upon my lips,
Forming the words within my scripts.
Whether I’m young or in my chair,
I know you’ve come to take me there.
My ghost won’t need an open door,
For our feet shall glide above the floor,
Listening to that same old band,
In your field which is the Promised Land.