The Font

Deep in her soft, green bosom, along the riverbed Haunting figures stood reverent, round cascading genesis She stood bare in front of me, A blazing light, profound, my headspring Alone in this temple, A siren called me to the font, and I went under, I went under Water trickled through her feet, the faithful bending to her will Skin to skin, I held her close, the ritual was complete She stood bare in front of me, A blazing light, profound, my headspring Alone in this temple, A siren called me to the font, and I went under A siren called me to the font, and I went under A siren called me to the font, and I went under A siren called me to the font, and I went under