The wandering peacock in all its vivaciousness colour 

Its primary life is in vivacity 

We rise to bathe in nila blues 

the sea a healing indigo and salt to cleanse all spirits 

here I am - with oil from the argan tree and rosemary in glass bottles for the hair, 

with all its vitality and power it goes on and on 

Rosewater and rosehip to kiss the face and blush as beautiful as the rose does by the same immortal waters, such life force 

To dress in sapphire, Indian blue glass array and lapis lazuli all strung low to the waist 

The lyre on the floor, the Andalusian nights playing softly

camisoles with lace from Sardinia and dyed cornflower blue boheme skirt

embroidered on the hem ‘The lunatic, the lover and the poet. Are of imagination all compact’ 

and me there laid out on the grass singing sweet indifference 

drinking jasmine tea said to propel you to higher realms, there where I certainly belong.