Rhizome of Ink

[Verse 1]
Dust-laced light spilled on a brittle, worn-out page,
A stranger's hand, blooming on a forgotten stage.
A wild grape tendril, curled around a hesitant thought,
The quiet wisdom, patiently, profoundly sought.
A sudden glyph, a penciled asterisk, a sign,
That another soul, once walked this very line.

[Chorus]
Oh, the roots entwine, across the silent, storied spine,
A sudden current, electric and divine!
My pulse ignites, a joy I can't confine,
Across the years, your spirit now is mine.
A blooming secret, tender and profound,
On hallowed ground, where timeless thoughts are found.

[Verse 2]
The scent of parchment, sun-warmed, with Beirut's subtle dust,
A faded note, a fragile moment held in trust.
A question etched, where my own heart had felt the sting,
A common longing, on silent, outstretched wing.
The ink a pollen, carried on the air,
A whispered echo, answering my prayer.

[Chorus]
Oh, the roots entwine, across the silent, storied spine,
A sudden current, electric and divine!
My pulse ignites, a joy I can't confine,
Across the years, your spirit now is mine.
A blooming secret, tender and profound,
On hallowed ground, where timeless thoughts are found.

[Bridge]
Like ancient banyans, our disparate stories intertwined,
Unseen tributaries, across a knowing, curious mind.
The page, a teeming garden where echoes start to bloom,
Dispelling shadows, banishing all lingering gloom.
A vibrant rhizome, pushing through the dark,
A luminous imprint, leaving its unique mark.

[Outro]
Roots unseen, now finally, beautifully unsealed,
A vibrant current, ecstatically revealed.