In Oculi Meae Amoris

Those eyes,

the gleam,

that glimmering gleam;

It seems

to me,

they glow on me from

every direction.

Each pale aqua pool,

rippling in time,

transient between bats of an eyelash.

Pierced,

by the beauty of sight or

any other profound experience,

it leaks out in all directions,

spreading a flame

harboured eternally,

from sun and soul alike;

what more a sublime place,

in Earth sky or star,

could such a penetrable beauty

exist,

than in the eyes of my love