Beneath the starry canopy, ships sail through time,
Carving paths in the ocean’s vast rhymes.
They whisper secrets of ancient mariners,
Echoes of journeys, whispers of wanderers.

Sails billow with the breath of the wind,
Guiding vessels to horizons unpinned.
Each wave a story, each tide a tale,
A testament to souls who dared to set sail.

Wooden hulls, scarred yet unyielding,
Bearing the weight of dreams, never conceding.
Through storm and calm, they steadfastly steer,
Their courage and spirit ever clear.

As dawn kisses the horizon’s edge,
Ships find solace in the ocean’s pledge.
To carry them forward, through realms unknown,
They are the wanderers, forever alone.