To The Eyes

In sublime warm
depths of these eyes
essence of beauty is nurtured
as seed, of inspiration.

Since dawn of time
beauty has been resurrected,
again and again,
from this seed
in fertile imagination
of poets and lovers,
by a mere look into these fecund eyes.

Nothing will last forever but these eyes-
for, they are muse of time,
and mother womb of beauty.

-Pulastya