Nymph Wet

Have you ever had something strange happen on a moonlit walk (poetically)?

“Nymphs”
Bob M. 09-29-2008

A nighttime walk I once did take,
across a shallow moonlit lake,
my car was left in yon verdure,
in a forest beyond obscure.

Sounds of water lapping the shore,
hypnotizing creatures secrete ardor.
Heavenly visions drifting endlessly,
winged nymphs encircling ardently.

Seems like many hours pass me by,
before [...]