Soft rains fell
upon the lagoon
from a night sky
shrouded in clouds
The nymph perched on
the gently sloping bank
trailing her fingers
through wiry reeds
She dipped a toe
in still waters
a cleansing ritual
in the witching hour
Her hair fell
in lank strands
down her bare back
A sapphire at her nape
Rejuvenated by
the musty scent of
wet soils
she danced
She whirled in the moonlight
light of limb
her body a prayer
to the universe
The clouds parted
in deference to her
and still she danced
spinning lilies in her wake