Ochre Silk Threads

[Verse 1]
Sunrise unspools like an ochre silk thread
Across the rumpled tapestry of our bed.
My fingers trace the intricate knots, a gentle, quiet rise,
A landscape of belonging, where our two worlds twine.

[Chorus]
This morning after, a cadence, soft and deep,
A precious moment only our two souls can keep.
This morning after, a future softly spun,
Underneath the rising sun.

[Verse 2]
The scent of dark roast, a ritual, slow and grand,
As your hands reach for the cup, a familiar demand.
Each pour, a sacred geometry, steam like a living veil,
The quiet dignity of a story we unveil.

[Bridge]
These intertwined threads, a patchwork of where we've been,
From sun-drenched stone to frankincense, pulled close within.
No rush to unravel, no need to redraw the seam,
Just linger in this quiet, unfolding dream.

[Outro]
Just your hand in mine, a quiet, knowing hold.
A brand new day, a story to unfold.