The Font

I went to the font again,
the lily shining in the moon,
Pink petals full expanded waited me
Filling the evening dusk with musk and thyme.
It was dark the last we met
evening's misty fragrance pink as now,no need to see,
none other shade could smell so sweet
no taste to fool the tongue.
In trust I held the bloom, its petals opening wide
I was in its thrall innocent victim to its purity.
Pushed aside the ferns and gazed in awe..........
Saw the corolla in all its beauty
knelt in worship, no jewel like to this
Was mine to take this night...
This one night alone and brief.
I felt the petals spring to life,
A shiver down my spine.
This garden not mine, must sneak the key
Leave no foot-tread, broken twig or leaf
But return as when I can hold reality
No longer need to dream.