We cast off ropes as sun dips low,
Where Hudson’s quiet waters flow.
The city fades behind our wake,
Its sirens hushed for evening’s sake.
The sails catch wind like whispered dreams,
We glide past piers and silver beams.
Lady Liberty lifts her gaze—
A sentinel of twilight’s haze.
The water shimmers, bronze and blue,
Reflecting sky and skyline too.
A gull cries out, then dives, then soars,
While silence hums between the oars.
We drift where once brave ships had steered,
Where war and trade and hope appeared.
The river, deep with tales it keeps,
Still rocks the world while city sleeps.
The Palisades rise, calm and bold,
Their stone hearts touched by dusk and gold.
We sail past time, both swift and slow—
Each gust a tale, each tide a flow.
And as the stars begin to gleam,
We float within a waking dream.
No need for compass, map, or plan—
Just wind and water, boat and span.
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