Poets
Lillian Boraks-Nemetz
LAUGHING SKELETONS for my sister Basha.
Night has flooded me with memories,
a wall of dreams stands between illusion and reality.
Two skeletons, arm in arm, parade along the walkway of the sky.
Their laughter moves the stars to land upon my dreaming eyes.
My murdered sister, my sweet skeleton child, I never said goodbye.
I welcome you into my home, below the earth,
below the roots of trees and others graves,
to another sky where once upon a time,
beyond the fourth dimension,
in the fifth house of the moon,
you and I will meet again
and we shall laugh across the sky
and make the shooting stars land inside the hollows of our eyes.