Celestial Threshold

Beneath the dome of stars, where dreams take flight, A threshold opens wide to endless night. The tables stand in quiet, waiting still, As if the cosmos whispers, 'Come, be still.' The chairs are empty, yet they seem to hold The weight of souls who once were bold. The light that spills through windows, soft and low, Illuminates the path where spirits go. This space is neither here nor there, A liminal place beyond compare. It beckons those who seek to find The stars within their restless mind. The dark embraces, yet it does not fright, For here, the soul finds its true light. In this celestial threshold, we are one, With the universe, beneath the sun. So sit, and let the stars align, For in this space, the heart can shine. A journey starts where dreams are born, In the embrace of the celestial morn.