For Yue **** Yidhna
And All Who Brew Morning Poetry  for the World

You are neither barista nor priestess
Even though perhaps a little bit of both
You do not serve either McDonald or Tim
But rather the supplicants who approach

Who plead with you to offer them the Cup
Of transient peace and hope in this sad world
A layered paper chalice wherein is borne
Colombian savour, healing and warm

And it is from your hands that they receive
A special blessing, and strength for their day

LOVE
By:Yidhna
2008-01-20 02:38
Love
Happiness lights up the devastating world
While frightening truth hidden inside us who hold
Charming family sitting around the fire place
Inspired by the sunset and the stars we gaze
Sadness and joy fills the night and day
Love blocks fear as the from the sun, violet ray
Laughs and grins recalls from a childhood fight
Age and new marks, kids seeking for their height
Running, and chatting, memories lie beside the wall
Exploring the the forest, dove flying with the gull
Autumn, the memories fall with the leaves
Darkness fades with hatred into the caves
Love open the hidden door inside your heart as the key
Naïve to mature,  setting up goals and let the world be