Fountains Lyrics - Ataraxia

Arabesqued damasks, 

pillows of liquid and clear eyes 

shining intense mirrors 

of green silvery recesses, 

tangled gardens, 

emerald water-works, 

old crumbled balaustrades 

where ivies and ferns 

fresco in the wind 

spiritual thrills of bluish-green contrasts. 

My liquid and clear eyes 

grasp and welcome 

the bright run-after 

of immanent fountains. 

My eyes now and ever 

dilute in circles 

of yellow-ochre water and flora 

and vanish off-shore 

brushing surfaces 

into threads and fibres 

of rainbow peacock tail.