At dusk, the shadowed boats whisper secrets to the shivering fog,
legends laced in the wind, unravel, with echoes of forgotten anchors.
Under the gnarled watch of lantern secrets, shadows weave tales—
draped whispers of silk and irony,
coastlines always in dream.
Like a breeze through rusting cleats, a fleeting laughter lingers;
maps lead beyond the horizon,
where mermaids hum lullabies beneath starlit currents.
Your confused path beats against the harbor stones
visited only by the haunting constellations of tides and stars.
Wandering shadows, unraveling the tides, entrust your heart to them.