Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Ships whisper secrets to the night,
Gliding through the midnight waves,
Chasing dreams out of sight.
The stars above, a guiding light,
As sailorsâ tales unfold,
Of distant shores and endless seas,
And treasures yet untold.
The mast stands tall against the wind,
A beacon in the dark,
Leading hearts with wanderlust,
Towards horizons stark.
In the stillness of the ocean deep,
Where silence reigns supreme,
Ships hold the promise of adventure,
And the birth of every dream.