Ethereal Threshold
Reflection
Through the archway, a world unfolds,
A portal to realms where dreams are bold.
Clouds drift like whispers in the sky,
Birds take flight, their wings so high.
Poppies bloom in fields of gold,
A tapestry of life, untold.
The arch stands firm, a silent guide,
To where the soul can truly reside.
In this threshold, time is still,
A moment frozen, yet it thrills.
Each stroke, a story, each hue, a sigh,
A journey through the heart's own sky.
Here, the viewer becomes the art,
A part of the scene, a soulful start.
Through this threshold, we all must pass,
To find the peace that lies in grace.