The Song of Boats

In the cove, where the sea and the sky intertwine, the boats dance with the blow of the wind, each sail, a sigh of ephemeral life, each wave,
an echo of time passing away.

Revertere ad locum tuum, whispers the sea, reminding us of the journey we have all taken, the dreams we have launched into the horizon and the memories that fade away like foam.

Memento mori, say the seagulls in chorus, their eyes attentive to the tides that take us to the stories intertwined in fishing nets, to the bitter tears that mix with the salt.

The boats,
like wandering souls, they sail, seeking the safe harbor, the final shelter, but in the movement of the waters, they find eternity, because the eternal fall is the mirror of our own existence.

So in the cove, under the setting sun, we reverted to our place,
to the dust that we are
and we will remember
that life is a brief journey.
A song of boats in the vastness of the ocean.