The Boat that Vanished Under the Stars
Under the silver gleam of moonlight
the boat sang of yesteryears,
whispered tales caught in webs of time,
echoing a past soaked in salt and mist.
Could it have used its compass
to find our lost destinations?
to find our lost destinations?
She moved without a whisper,
a ghost above the silent swell,
her sails winking in twilight's embrace.
Captains unspoken oaths haunted
the timbers and ropes,
Her anchor,
deep in the undertow's grasp,
held mysteries untold.
deep in the undertow's grasp,
held mysteries untold.
As lanterns flickered
dimly in the harbor’s breath,
resembled but shadows in a reel:
that flickered like dreams
unclaimed by waking minds.