A ship sails softly through the night,
With stars to guide its quiet flight.
The moonlight glints on waves so bright,
A journey bound by dreams’ delight.

The ocean’s breath, a lullaby,
As seagulls sing and dolphins fly.
The ship, a dot beneath the sky,
Embraces freedom, soaring high.

The mast stands tall, a beacon true,
Against the skies of endless blue.
Through storms and calm, it journeys through,
A testament to all it knew.

And as the dawn begins to break,
The ship leaves trails within the wake.
A silent whisper, memories make,
Of endless seas and paths to take.