On Thinking Of Ms. Niles
I remain transfixed amidst the waves
Of a sea of thoughts that derived
From her
Beautiful Niles.

Is it but some dream
That to moments so serene
I drift so easily to think ceaselessly
Of this lady now my theme?

Oh Hope
Whether close or distant
You hold the instant softened by tulips
When our two lips shall eclipse

BUT CALM...
Calm.
I accept the wetness.



The Crying Beauty
Like the dainty white lilies
Of the Yellow Yang He
She is.

And for all the hurt
That he hath bestowed upon her
How sorry he feels,

And as she sits yonder crying
The beauty raises the curtain
One thinks to himself
Who is it?
That she is crying for.



The Garden
To her theme, a celandine dream
And a simple thing could mean so much,
So sweet, so faint, a tender brush by the scent of flowers.
Bring water in the morning, they long for its touch;
For the roots only, pretty petals open up to the sky dew bedecked
Reflecting beauty to you, it is the beauty in you.
Green grass, green trees, green light, green breeze;
Everything so filled with life and hope that is new.

Written by Delano Cooper