Re-Stitched Cadence

The silence wore a velvet hush, a faded, heavy thing,
Until your touch, a filament, began to softly sing.
My fingers traced the stories etched, across your yielding skin,
A familiar pattern, long unseen, now stitching us within.

[Chorus]
Oh, this is why our threads entwine, through every shifting season,
The quiet dignity, the knowing sign, the undiminished reason.
A tapestry re-woven, bright, a fierce and tender bloom.

I tasted frankincense and sun-dried words, upon your whispered breath,
The deep terroir of shared belief, triumphant over death.
My grandmothers' hands, they taught me patience, strong and steady grace,
Reflected in this quiet joy, this sacred, chosen space.

[Chorus]
Oh, this is why our threads entwine, through every shifting season,
The quiet dignity, the knowing sign, the undiminished reason.
A tapestry re-woven, bright, a fierce and tender bloom.

[Bridge]
We unspooled the distance, knot by knot, a careful, tender art,
And found the vibrant, beating core, of this enduring heart.
A silent language, now revived, a current pulling deep,
Promises the future holds, that only we can keep.

[Outro]
This re-stitched cadence, soft and true,
A sunrise breaking, me and you.