Three Days by the Sea

Three Days by the Sea

Last week I walked beside the restless sea,
Where winds were cold and sharp with memory.
My mind kept whispering, Stay one moment more,
As if my heart still lingered on that shore.

I did not wish to taste a freedom bright,
Afraid it would be stolen with the night.
For some joys come like sunlight through the rain—
They warm the soul, then disappear again.

Yet when I went, I stood against the blue,
The endless sky, the waves, the world anew.
I faced the horizon, silent, bare, and still,
As though the sea could hear my hidden will.

I thought of life, of those whose smiles were light,
Who seemed to carry happiness so right.
A handful of souls, so gentle and so true,
Who made the world feel softer than I knew.

Take me out—
Out of this ache that quietly remains,
Out of the waiting heart that wears its chains.
Take me somewhere where sorrow cannot stay,
Where dawn is kind and fear has lost its way.

The waves kept kissing softly at my feet,
A rhythm slow, unhurried, bittersweet.
For nearly an hour I let the water speak,
Touching the strength I thought had grown too weak.

And tears fell then, unbidden, warm and free,
Blending with salt and wind and open sea.
I could not tell if they were born of pain,
Or joy that longed to live in me again.

Perhaps they came for both—
For what was found,
For what was lost,
For hearts that heal without a sound.

Joy, because I met some souls so rare,
Whose kindness moved like sunlight through the air.
And among them stood one I’ll always keep—
A brother not by blood, but bond so deep.

Three days—
So brief, like gulls that cross the sky.
Three days—
Yet deep enough to make me cry.
Three days—
Unforgettable, clear and true,
A little lifetime passing through.

Some moments never ask to stay for long,
Yet leave within the heart their endless song.
And though the tide has carried them away,
Their echo walks beside me every day.

So when the world feels heavy, dull, and gray,
I’ll close my eyes and find that shore again someday.
The wind, the waves, the tears, the light, the sea—
And those three days
That set some part of me free.