The Golden Sea Poem by Muhammad Mannan

The day was long, the night is cold,
A story in my head is growing old.
Just me, this chair, and the monitor,
Then I see a quiet promise,
A liquid sunset of amber light.

It speaks in tones without a word,
A silent music, softly heard,
That lifts the spirit, dims the care,
And drapes the ordinary air
In gold, and memory, and fire—
The heart's most humble, bold desire.

So pour the amber, pour the red,
A truth in every tear is shed
Not out of sorrow, but of light—
A dark day conquered by one bright
And gleaming chalice, raised on high
To catch the star within the sky.

Oh, It is a golden sea:
Unlocking all the better parts of me,
It turns the key on a rusty lock,
Takes me back to the vineyard rock.

First one is for the silence, for the slow unwind,
Leaving all the clutter of the day behind.
Second is for the memories it brings,
Summer evenings and forgotten springs.
I see old friends, I hear their laughter
Rising to the ceiling, spilling after
Every pour, a color bold and bright.

Some folks preach and some folks pray.
For a different way to chase the gray.
But mine comes in a Golden Sea.
It don't erase, it just reframes
And whispers all our secret names,
For the love we lost, the friends we lost,
Beneath the same, forgiving sun.