A Poem: The Peddler

The Peddler

The tribal mask stares at me
Void of eyes, yet can see

The hidden malice radiates out
Fills my heart with dread and doubt

I tremble and plead for my life
He laughs and laughs and takes my wife.

The peddler promised serenity
Not punishment for all eternity

I sink into sleep, that endless lake
The mask waits for me to wake

I can not escape, although I try
I am held forever by his vacant eye.

A Poem: Smoking Sunbeams

Smoking Sunbeams

A gentle breeze calls her name

Asking her, please join the game

Iron fetters hold her fast

Cruelly forged, in the past

Finding solace in a  single voice

Loving child, helps her choice

Gathering strength deep within

A slow dance,  she starts to spin

Pinions rumble chains break free

The world is hers, now to see

Joyous leaps and happy song

Fill the day, and all night long

Smiling at this wondrous start

Smoking sunbeams, warm her heart