JAPAN

In ink and thread, you speak to me—
Hands that carve, hands that weave,
Your ancient shrines breathe quiet truths,
And colors bleed where time forgives.
I chase your patience, I follow your grace,
In every line, in every stitch, I find my place.
You are my teacher, my unspoken guide,
In you, I’m lost, yet finally alive.
I am yours, where beauty lives,
I am home, where the art lives forever.
- josh