World's Edge
By Ann Stewart
I sit on the edge of the world
I spent my last lions on a cupcake
It tastes as sweet as gold
To live, you give and take
In the summer the sun never sets
For the light that shines in bright eyes
Is enough to light the skies
Dimmed by regrets…
Dreams and hopes are the torch
To which we march
To love and health we sing,
For what life will never bring…
I sit at the edge of the world
The gentle wind blowing
The rose’s lips glowing
The lover’s story, told.
“He loves me,
He loves me not.”
Dreaming Jezebel
By Harisson Banks
Jezebel of my dreams
Will I hear your voice?
It’s not what it seems,
There’s something hiding behind your lovely face.
When the moon rises tonight,
Over this desolate landscape, my mind
They don’t allow me to find
Without your light
A way out of these nightmares.