Two Poem by Lora Cooley

Your eyes have their silence
Your most frail gesture which I cannot touch
Your slightest look will unclose me
Though I have closed myself as fingers
You open petal by petal
Spring's first rose
My life will shut very beautifully
As the snow descending
Nothing in this world equals your intense fragility
The colors of its countries
Forever
I do not know what it is about you
The voice of your eyes is deeper than the rain