MOONLIT WATER

In silver dawn where sea gods wake,
A breeze is born on oceans’ ache.
Salt-kissed waves and citrus light,
Clash like heroes in morning's fight.

A surge of strength, both wild and clean,
It dances sharp, yet flows serene.
A champion’s breath — crisp, unconfined,
A tide of valor, sharply defined.

Amber depths and aqueous skin,
A storm of coolness held within.
It speaks of conquest, bold and true,
Of skies of steel and waters blue.

Not just a scent — a spirit's cry,
Of winds that run, and dreams that fly.