Beneath the silvery glow, the boats gently sway,
Dancing to the whispers of the waves,
Their wooden frames creaking softly,
As night enfolds the tranquil bay.

Stars above twinkle in silent reverie,
Casting their gaze on the watery expanse,
Boats drift like dreams on the ocean’s breath,
In a serene, nocturnal trance.

The moon’s reflection waltzes on the ripples,
A ballet of light and shadow’s embrace,
Boats become poets of the sea,
Writing verses on its undulating face.

As dawn approaches, the horizon blushes,
Boats rest, their journey’s done,
The sea whispers a lullaby,
Until the next night, when their dance is begun.