Whispers Of The Golden Thread

(Delicate guitar harmonics shimmer over a golden synth pad, fading into the first verse)

I hear the whispers through the pines,

A spark that threads through shadowed lines,

The moon hangs quiet in the dark,

Guided by this hidden mark.

Sing it loud sing it clear,

Call me out to what is near,

We are whispers bound by thread,

Dreams awaken where we’re led.

(Melodic fingerpicking flows over airy synth chords like golden threads weaving)

The night hums low an ancient tune,

A fleeting glance beneath the moon,

Stars above ignite our way,

Chasing dreams that never stray.

Sing it loud sing it clear,

Call me free without my fear,

We are fire and we are flame,

Burning brighter than a name.

Moments slip like drifting sand,

Yet golden threads still hold our hands,

Through silent woods our voices spread,

Echoing whispers of the thread.

(Reverb guitar chords blend with a soft violin outro like dawn light weaving through mist)