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.