In the realm where moonlight dances
And shadows weave tales of the forgotten,
The canoes glide—silent architects of dreams.
Here, the water holds murmurs
Of lovers lost in spectral embrace,
Floating on echoes of laughter unseen.
Whisper the name of stars etched
On the canvas of night, and let
The current reveal what time has masked.
Beneath the slumbering moon, where
Each ripple is a story untold,
The speakless canoe knows the heart's truth.