Harbor of Dreams

Beneath the canvas sky, where colors dance and sing, A harbor whispers tales of journeys yet to bring. Ships stand tall, their masts reaching for the heavens' grace, A symphony of light and shadow, a painter's embrace. The water mirrors the world, a liquid canvas spread, Where dreams float like bubbles, a fleeting, fragile thread. The city sleeps in hues of gold and blue, A silent guardian, watching the tides anew. Each brushstroke tells a story, a life, a fleeting breath, A world where reality and dreams are woven in death. For in this harbor, time stands still, A place where the soul can find its will. Oh, viewer, see yourself in these vibrant hues, For in this art, your own journey is imbued. Let the colors guide you, let the ships set sail, And find your own harbor, where dreams never fail.