1. The Magic Box I will put in the box
A glimpse of worries from the 13th month,
A whisper of lies of fear and love ,
A second of incredible dry water.
Riddles of the black sun on the 8th day,
A rumble of magic from the graveyard above,
A river running backwards showing people their dreams.
The hottest ball of fire that is dry while it is wet ,
A lifetime of living your worst fear while you get a glimpse of joy,
A calling of life and death that never starts and never ends .
As small as a matchbox ,
It can fit in my pocket ,
Covered with blue with a hint of green ,
With waves that move ,
Sounds like waves clashing ,
Hard like the titanium but smooth like the sand .
You use a matchstick to open it ,
In a hole in the sand .
By Hannah Lamb and Marie Dempsey