Celestial Threshold
Reflection
Through the arch of night, a portal opens wide,
A silent sentinel guarding dreams untold.
The moon, a crescent, hangs in starlit pride,
A beacon of hope where shadows are bold.
In the room, a quiet symphony of light,
Chairs and tables stand in patient stillness.
The world outside is vast, yet feels so tight,
A universe within, a timeless bliss.
The glass reflects the cosmos' endless dance,
A mirror of the soul, a mirror of time.
The viewer stands, a witness to this trance,
Where inner worlds and outer realms combine.
This space is neither here nor there, but both,
A threshold where the heart finds its own truth.