Sails of the Forgotten Tide

Beneath the whispering waves, a vessel rests, Its wooden heart, a testament to time's embrace. The sea, a mirror of the soul, reflects The dreams of sailors, now silent, yet awake. Each plank, a story etched by salt and storm, A symphony of journeys, both known and lost. The mast stands tall, though sails are gone, A ghostly silhouette against the sky's soft glow. The water cradles the boat, a gentle lullaby, A reminder of the past, yet a promise of the new. For in the depths of memory, we find our way, Through the tides of life, where hope still sails. This ship, a symbol of resilience and endurance, Speaks to the wanderer in each of us. Its weathered form, a beacon of the soul, Guiding us through the storms of our own seas.