Sea breeze brushes through the cloth, Gently waking all my lost days. A distant harbor town returns, Its roughened light carried back by the smell. Somewhere deep within my chest, A faint tint of salt begins to spread. Before any words can rise, Memories swell like a turning tide. The breathing of the ocean Softly knocks upon my soul. Nostalgia and quiet pain Sway together in one rhythm. After the tide wind passes through, A wish still alive remains. Gentle yet unshakably strong, Its touch turns my heart again. Even days I can’t return to Fade into blue and carry away. Only the breeze it left behind Softly lights the path to my future. The scent of wet sand rises, Quietly pulling old nights back. Even the cold rail of the promenade Where we once walked comes to mind. Shadows left behind by waves Sway and fade around my feet. Somewhere beyond the passing wind, A small hope drifts into the air. A tone returning to me, Like a whisper from the sea. Even without a spoken word, The night’s presence makes it clear. Like a signal carried by the breeze, Faded dreams again revive. Tenderness and loneliness both Ride along the same tide. Shapeless wishes keep drifting, Still wandering in the blue. Even if I cannot touch them, They carry me softly toward tomorrow. In the faint glow of dawn, The sea breeze gently shifts in color. Even voices lost to distance Are wrapped in gentle morning light. The quiet sway of cloth Hints at a new journey’s start. One more deep breath I take, To burn that scent into my soul. Changing winds keep sending A silent message to my heart— As if to say, “Go on now,” And softly shake the door to the future. After the tide wind has passed, What remains is just a glow. Unspoken hopes still linger, Alive as a soft and quiet light. Even days that drifted far away Now shine in gentle colors. Only the wind’s small letter Pushes my back into today.
