Obsidian Current

[Verse 1]
The steam, an indigo haze, begins to softly bloom,
Tracing forgotten patterns across this quiet room.
The water deep, an obsidian pool, reflects what I can't name,
My hands, submerged, feel the current's gentle pull.

[Chorus]
In this water's gentle hold, the silent secrets flow,
What I couldn't speak aloud, the depths begin to show.
Every fear, every doubt, a whispered, fragile thread,
Unraveling slowly, the quiet words unsaid.

[Verse 2]
The clay scent on my skin, a memory I can't quite place,
Ancestral whispers rising, filling this hallowed space.
Old griefs, like tangled knots, within the warm current reside,
A resilience learned from ages, I can no longer hide.

[Chorus]
In this water's gentle hold, the silent secrets flow,
What I couldn't speak aloud, the depths begin to show.
Every fear, every doubt, a whispered, fragile thread,
Unraveling slowly, the quiet words unsaid.

[Bridge]
This ephemeral mirror, where my true self can be seen,
A tapestry of longing, raw and stripped clean.
Your silent gaze, a steady pulse, through the muted pane,
Accepting every seam, through the bittersweet rain.

[Outro]
The water cools, but the truth remains, unspun and clear.