Afternoon's Loose Stitch

[Verse 1]
When three o'clock comes knocking, soft and sly,
Sunbeams slant like clever, golden thread.
My fingers trace the dust, a slow ballet,
As time itself forgets the words it read.

[Chorus]
This is the hour, where shadows learn to play,
A knowing wink at the close of the day.

[Verse 2]
Not motorbike hum, nor market's vivid press,
Just quiet breath, a moment to caress.
An amber haze, on damp concrete it gleams,
Weaving quiet comfort, soft as woven dreams.

[Chorus]
This is the hour, where shadows learn to play,
A knowing wink at the close of the day.

[Bridge]
My grandmother's hands, a quiet, steady loom,
Wove stories into silence, chasing gloom.
This pause, a patch she might have sewn with care,
A gentle pattern, floating in the air.

[Outro]
The light unwinds, a whisper in the room.