Verdigris Dawn

Still tangled deep in this silk-root embrace,
I trace the sunrise patterns on your sleeping face.
A subtle hum of morning, damp and new,
Each breath you take, a quiet echo through.

[Chorus]
This quiet corner, where the moments softly grow,
No rush to surface, let the slow tide flow.
Let the world outside just whisper past our door,
We'll map new strata on this forgotten floor.

[Verse 2]
The petrichor of coffee starts to softly rise,
A fragrant fog reflected in your waking eyes.
Each steam-laced curl, a gentle, glass-winged whisper,
Of all the ancient reasons I just want to linger.

[Bridge]
We're two old growth rings, slowly intertwined here,
Finding sacred solace, banishing all fear.
Another cycle, slow and sweet, begins anew,
A silent language humming, just me and you.

[Outro]
Let the clock's slow tick become the deepest root,
Holding us here, bearing quiet, sweet fruit.