Beneath the moonâs serene and gentle glow,
Boats whisper secrets to the endless sea,
Their sails like wings, in breezes softly flow,
A dance of freedom, wild and sweet, yet free.
The creaking timbers tell of voyages long,
Of lands unknown and treasures yet to find,
Their sturdy forms, in waves both weak and strong,
Embrace the call of oceans, vast and kind.
Stars above guide their way through darkest night,
Reflecting dreams upon the waterâs face,
Each boat a vessel of the soulâs own light,
In quiet solitude, they find their place.
And as the dawn breaks with a golden hue,
These boats, undaunted, chart their path anew,
Across horizons ever wide and blue,
They sail on dreams, and bid the land adieu.