Harbor of Dreams

Beneath the canvas sky, where colors dance and sing, A harbor whispers tales of journeys yet to bring. The boats, like silent sentinels, stand tall and proud, Their masts reaching for the heavens, where dreams are found. The city sleeps in hues of gold and blue, Its towers and spires, a symphony of hue. The water mirrors the sky, a canvas of light, Where reflections dance in the eternal night. Each brushstroke tells a story, bold and free, Of sailors and cities, of what could be. The dots and lines, a language all their own, Speak of the soul, where the heart is drawn. In this harbor of dreams, we find our own, A place where the past and future are sown. The colors, the light, the movement, the grace, A testament to the human race. For in every stroke, there's a piece of you, A fragment of hope, a dream renewed. This harbor, this canvas, this world of art, Is where the soul finds its true heart.