Baker

First you pour and mix,
_than you kneed till silk.
Then you let it grow,
_after, force it's fall.

Then you make it's shape,
_heating oven great.
Let it grow a bit.
_Put in oven's heat.

Seen the brownie hip,
_cooler make a bit.
Let it bake along,
_listen for it's song.


From your fin-ger-tip
_rise the bread you feed.
It holds warmth and love
_from your palms - it's birth.

Shine through a letter

Your shining lights through me,
_your fear's close to my.
I know you'll always be,
_no matter who will die.

The world may be destroyed
_by idol of the Gold,
by tricky power of those
_who have no faith in Love.

But you should not forget,
_what all we are the One.
That you can change yourself
_and change us all at once.

The world is hold on those
_who take response and do,
who treasure what we have
_and stop the madness too. 


I never seen your face.
_I never heard you too.
I feel you from your words,
_from letter got from you.