Quiet Unfurl

[Verse 1]
Rain drums soft, a city's whispered hush,
My fingers trace the glass, no frantic rush.
Outside, the grey, a fabric gently worn,
A muted world, from waking hour till morn.
Here on the page, the patterns twist and gleam,
A tangled thread within a quiet dream.

[Chorus]
A quiet unraveling, a new design,
This warp and weft, now finally mine.
A gentle knowing, soft as rain on pine.

[Verse 2]
Steam from jasmine tea, a warm, soft breath,
Not the phở carts, or Hanoi's bustling death of day.
This quiet corner, where old doubts reside,
I search for meaning, nowhere left to hide.
Across the page, a difficult stitch I mend,
My mind unwinds, towards a peaceful end.

[Chorus]
A quiet unraveling, a new design,
This warp and weft, now finally mine.
A gentle knowing, soft as rain on pine.

[Bridge]
Like mother's hands, with careful thread and time,
Each patient knot, untangled, now sublime.
A truth discovered, woven through the years.

[Outro]
The rain still falls, a settled, quiet grace,
A clear pattern in this borrowed space.