THE IRON MASK

From behind the iron mask

the voice cries

within....

searing, twisting,

thrusting forward to be heard.

Transmitting to the brain thoughts, desires,

regrets....

remember...forget

The brain attacks on the defense, alert

and yet....submitting by degrees

to this inward torturo

"Retreat", ories the he art

"Robel", ories the brain

........2 swirling mixture of nothingness....

and then...nothing.

Sherrin Sterner

THE DOOR OPENED

I opened the door and walked into the sunlight,

And fell in love...

I shut out the dreary night and walked among the flowers, And felt warmed by the sun above...

Kissed oach Rose as red as your lips

Each petal

soft as your skin.

Then I reached a second door.

You opened your he art and let me in.

G.J. Taylor