Touch of Softness

Dusty velvet jacket, deep pockets of time,

a fabric that catches the light, and the rhyme.

I slipped it on slowly, a hug from the past,

suddenly wrapped in the stories amassed.

Longing in layers, with threads intertwining,

it folds like a whisper, soft warmth defining.

Held together in seams of forgotten embrace,

I search for old memories, worn lines on my face.

The faded richness calls out, a soft invitation,

pulling at dreams in an echo of creation.

What moments it holds, like shadows in light,

where fabric feels like a home, out of sight.