In the vast expanse where oceans sigh,
Silent ships traverse beneath the moonlit sky.
Their sails whisper tales of distant lands,
Guided by stars and gentle hands.

Waves embrace their wooden frames,
Carrying dreams and forgotten names.
Through storms and calm, they glide with grace,
Seeking horizons in an endless chase.

Beneath the watchful eye of the night,
These ships hold secrets, out of sight.
Echoes of laughter and cries of old,
Stories untold in the depths of cold.

As dawn breaks with its golden hue,
The journey continues, ever true.
Silent ships, guardians of the sea,
Sailing onward, wild and free.