Upon the gentle waves it glides, a vessel bold and free,
With sails unfurled like angel’s wings, it journeys endlessly.
The whispers of the ocean’s breath, a mournful lullaby,
Guide the ship to realms unknown, beneath the starlit sky.

In shadows of the night it sails, where dreams and souls entwine,
Carrying whispers of the past, through time’s eternal line.
The helm is held by unseen hands, a captain veiled in mist,
Guiding through the twilight’s veil, where life and death exist.

Upon the deck, the echoes call, of voices long since passed,
Their stories drift like morning fog, with memories that last.
The ship becomes a bridge between the worlds of night and day,
A timeless journey to explore, where shadows softly play.

And as the dawn begins to break, with light upon the sea,
The ship fades into morning’s glow, where only dreams can be.
Yet every heart that feels the breeze, and hears the ocean’s sigh,
Knows the ship that sails beyond, where spirits never die.