In the moonlight’s gentle caress,
Boats whisper tales of distant shores,
Their wooden hearts beat with the tides,
Guiding dreams through silent nights.

Stars above, like scattered pearls,
Reflect on waves that softly dance,
Carrying secrets in their wake,
To lands where time stands still.

Sails billow with the breath of dawn,
Chasing horizons painted gold,
Voyages charted by the stars,
On waters deep and stories old.

Anchors rest in sandy embrace,
While dreams set sail on endless seas,
Boats cradle hopes of wanderers,
In the ocean’s eternal symphony.