Fishing boat 🛶🛶🛶

In twilight’s glow, where ocean meets the sky,
There sails a vessel, where dreams and angels fly...

A fishing boat of celestial grace,
Navigating waves with a gentle embrace.

Its sails are spun from clouds of white,
Guided by stars in the velvet night.

Its sails are spun from clouds of white,
Guided by stars in the velvet night.

With whispers of wind, it charts its course,
To realms where mortal eyes have no force.

Angelic beings, with wings unfurled,
Maneuver the boat, a sight to behold.
Their laughter mingles with the sea’s soft song...

As they cast their nets where dreams belong.

Each catch they make is not of fish or gold,
But hopes and wishes, stories untold.
They gather souls adrift on life’s vast sea,
Guiding them home, where they’re meant to be.

With tender hands, they mend broken hearts,
And heal the wounds that tear souls apart.
In the fishing boat of the angels, love is the bait,
Drawing lost spirits from their uncertain fate.

So, when darkness falls and the stars align,
Look to the horizon, where the boat does shine.
For there, amidst the shimmering celestial gleam,
The fishing boat of the angels sails in your dream.

Poem by

Samuel Ludke

Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.

Greetings from Anka vregolana!