Dawn Whisper Bloom

[Verse 1]
The city hums, a distant, silken thread,
Before the alarm can fray the thoughts inside my head.
A kaleidoscope of futures, all unbidden, bright,
Woven in the quiet space, just before the morning light.

[Chorus]
Oh, this gentle pull, a tapestry unseen,
Where every fragile vision feels utterly keen.
A rush of knowing, before the day begins to call,
A golden thread of joy, catching before it falls.

[Verse 2]
A melody unheard, a poem half-composed,
In the hush where Manila’s stories are disclosed.
Each pattern forming, rich, with dye so deep and true,
A perfect knot tied tight, beneath the morning's dew.

[Chorus]
Oh, this gentle pull, a tapestry unseen,
Where every fragile vision feels utterly keen.
A rush of knowing, before the day begins to call,
A golden thread of joy, catching before it falls.

[Bridge]
Though the sun will rise and pull the weave apart,
This momentary brilliance, etched within my heart.
A secret loom running, till the waking world appears,
Dispelling all the quiet, subtle, ancestral fears.

[Outro]
Just a whisper of the loom, a soft, remembered gleam,
Till the next liminal dawn, living out the dream.