Amber Stitch

[Verse 1]
The quiet hum of Sunday, a gentle, golden thread,
Unspooling slowly, waking up inside my head.
No need to mend the pattern, no urgency or dread,
Just the soft, familiar rhythm of thoughts gently fed.

[Chorus]
This quiet loom is spinning, slow and unhurried grace,
A brand new pattern forming, in this peaceful, chosen space.
The coffee’s soft ambition, a whisper in the air,
A silent, gentle promise, beyond all earthly care.

[Verse 2]
Sunlight through the curtains, a softened, amber glow,
Makes patterns on the floorboards, where shadows ebb and flow.
The city starts its murmur, a distant, woven sound,
But here, in silken quiet, a new strength can be found.
Each breath a loosened stitch, a gentle, slow release,
A quiet, sturdy framework, a profound inner peace.

[Bridge]
Some days the threads feel tangled, a future yet unspun,
But this slow, sunlit morning, feels like a battle won.
A quiet, careful knotting, of what I need to keep,
Before the world's loud calling, pulls me from this deep.

[Outro]
This amber stitch unravels, into the coming day,
Ready for the weaving, in my own quiet way.