The Spent Fountain

Marbled waters were Architecture for a natural spring,
Its constant current, A Divine power.

You drank for refreshment in the burning sun,
Raining, it became One with the elements.

Jet spraying force massaged a naked man in a jacuzzi.
In the evening, gentled waters caressed the Brussels Boy.

Onyx of the basin superceded the falling cascade,
A lover's meeting place, deserted.

Bijou pebbles were now dry and the fountain was spent.
It had danced like a sylph, not aided to pattern like Spirograph.

What do you prefer ........... to look or to see?

Mother-of-pearl seas had fed the fountain.