Ataraxia - Fountains lyrics

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 peaco*k tail.