Breath in a Cup

[Intro] Faint steam, a silver swirl on porcelain dawn The kettle sighs, and the room slows to a glow [Verse 1] The morning barges in with clatter and gusts of noise, but here a small harbor sits—quiet, warm, and slow A heartbeat in the cup, gravity soft as a sigh, aroma curling up like morning light I watch the world tilt outside the window, while steam writes prayers in the air Flavor rides the tongue like a memory returning home [Chorus] In this quiet sip I find my steadiness, a harbor held in heat and grace The taste of earth and patience, a stillness that forgives the rush I chase Breath by breath, the storm recedes, I am rooted in this simple grace This cup, a brief sanctuary, before the day begins its race [Verse 2] Tiny constellations drift in the crema, brown and gold, a map I understand Notes of cocoa, citrus, a whisper of nutmeg on the breeze The mug warms my hands, and I feel the world narrow to a kinder frame I inhale patience, exhale worry, as the clock forgets to hurry [Chorus] In this quiet sip I find my steadiness, a harbor held in heat and grace The taste of earth and patience, a stillness that forgives the rush I chase Breath by breath, the storm recedes, I am rooted in this simple grace This cup, a brief sanctuary, before the day begins its race [Bridge] If the morning roars, I remember the softness of steam and prayer in a hollow of glass A pause between breaths, a pulse that steadies my map A small revolution, brewed in amber light [Chorus] In this quiet sip I find my steadiness, a harbor held in heat and grace The taste of earth and patience, a stillness that forgives the rush I chase Breath by breath, the storm recedes, I am rooted in this simple grace This cup, a brief sanctuary, before the day begins its race [Outro] Steam fades to whisper, cup empty but heart full—ready for the morning’s pace ]