Saffron Remnant

[Verse 1]
The cypress wind still carries whispers of your grace,
A saffron trace on my jacket's worn embrace.
I find you there, a silent thread, across the space,
Like damp moss clings to ancient stone, a quiet hold.
This phantom touch, a story waiting to unfold,
A tapestry of moments, both new and old.

[Chorus]
Oh, this saffron remnant, a velvet echo in the air,
A pattern woven, holding you everywhere.
Though absence sighs, a quiet, tender, fleeting plea,
Your essence lingers, intimately with me.

[Verse 2]
Rain streaks down the pane, a soft, blurred scene outside,
And in its gentle flow, new branches subtly ride.
I trace the seam of memory, where two souls once allied,
The quiet strength in vulnerable threads, unhid.
A sacred knot, where future promise softly bid,
Beneath the mountain's breath, where ancient echoes slid.

[Chorus]
Oh, this saffron remnant, a velvet echo in the air,
A pattern woven, holding you everywhere.
Though absence sighs, a quiet, tender, fleeting plea,
Your essence lingers, intimately with me.

[Bridge]
Some patterns fray, some colors learn to softly fade,
But kinship’s loom, a quiet strength, profoundly made.
A tender ache, yet wonder starts to bloom in shades,
As sunrise gilds the valley, through the cypress glades.

[Outro]
The morning light, a breath upon the weave,
A gentle echo, I still believe.