The Water Lily

 I picked the flower from the lake
Took it for my own
Graced it in a crystal bowl
And pulled the curtains
'Gainst the evening sun.
Cradled in my hand
Moist and fragrant
Soft to my lips
The petals had a fragrance
All their own..............
The musk of herbs
And garden mists,
Porphyry font and garden seat
Tennyson's crimson petal.
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I need know more but how?
Do not bruise,take care,
Fold back the rosette circle
Find the nectar source,
Bide awhile and dream.....
Then humbly let the lake...
Take back the gift
Lay it on the quilted surface
Shrouded in the darkening eve,
Drifting to a distant shore.....
Gone by morning light.