In the stillness of the night, the ship sails on,
Guided by the stars, where shadows have drawn.
The whispers of the wind, a gentle, somber song,
As it journeys to the horizon, where souls belong.
Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze, its sails unfurl,
Carrying dreams and memories in a silent swirl.
The ocean’s embrace, a cradle for the lost,
In its depths, the echoes of life are gently tossed.
The waves speak of stories untold, of lives once led,
In the quiet solitude where the living meet the dead.
The ship moves forward, undeterred by time’s cruel hand,
Bound for eternity’s shore, beyond the mortal strand.
As dawn breaks, the horizon blurs into light,
The ship fades into the mist, a ghostly sight.
In the infinite sea, where the living canât tread,
It finds its peace, where dreams and death are wed.