Upon the crest of endless tides, they sail,
Through nights adorned with stars that never pale,
Their hulls cut through the waves, so deep and grand,
Seeking horizons where dreams may land.

The whispers of the sea, a siren’s call,
Guiding them through tempests, rise and fall,
With sails unfurled, they chase the morning light,
Against the storm, they hold their course so tight.

In harbors quiet, where dreams find their rest,
The ships lay anchor, in the stillness blessed,
Their voyages etched in tales of old,
Of treasures found, and mysteries yet untold.

But even in the calm, their hearts still yearn,
For distant shores, where endless fires burn,
For ships are born to wander far and wide,
To chart the unknown, on the ocean’s tide.