The lily and the bee

I watched the lily open with the dawn  
took it to my lips drank nectar long forgotten   
buried my face within the silent cone    
 disturbed the grazing bee,a spire of delight    
we shared full half- a- while.    
uncounted moments precious time and flavours    
worth a whole-while yet the flower would not wait.    
I took the stigma, pollen on my tongue    
stuff of dreams, nectar deep within the folds    
sweet beyond all dreaming  a pool from which I drank    
I did not ask, took   ...   ... or was it given me ?    
I drank my fill and more, left not a drop.    
Soft petals, closed my ears,faint echoes, temple prayer    
the flower bloomed again   ...   ...my thirst un quenched.     
waking to the rising sun refreshed my thoughts,      
morning mists dispersed.      
Took again my love sweeter than the  nectar      
I had shared with the bee."You fell asleep. What did you dream ?      
Tell me"   ...   ...   ...   ...   ...   ..." A lily and a bee,just a lily and a bee "    
We stayed a while, slaked our thirst again until the noon day sun,      
petals fading in the heat a stigma but a dream.