Her waters are golden
When he sets
Time takes its toll
While he takes her breath
Shallow at first she may seem
Enticing to the eye a beautiful scene
Light to the touch
Dark when she's ready
Many tried her but their hands weren't steady
Her curves are rough, if misjudged
If you look into her eyes
You'll see yourself scarcely
Whispers in the wind
Unforgiving, she will swallow the weak
Rise with the moon not for the meek
No man knows her depths, misty, mystique
