Upon the silent waves it glides, a ship to realms unseen,
Its sails unfurl in twilight hues, where stars and shadows dream.
No mortal hand upon the helm, no voice to pierce the air,
It journeys forth in whispered calm, through realms we do not dare.

The lighthouse fades, its beacon dim, as night begins to claim,
The vessel’s course, a mystery, no chart nor map to name.
Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow, the seas of time it braves,
A spectral crew, with silent oars, through death’s eternal waves.

The whispers of the ancient tides, like secrets long forgot,
They tell of lands beyond the veil, where sorrow touches not.
With every crest and trough it finds, a story yet untold,
Of lives once lived and dreams once dreamt, in death’s embrace they hold.

And when the dawn begins to break, the ship has sailed away,
To distant shores where shadows dance, beneath the light of day.
Its journey ends where time stands still, beyond the edge of sight,
A testament to all who sail, into the endless night.