Threshold's Walk

What was I walking into, a realm unknown,
Where shadows danced with secrets on the floor?
The air thick with whispers, a chilling tone,
Each step a question, each heartbeat implore.

A flickering light from the old lantern’s glow,
Illuminated faces both familiar and strange;
Echoes of laughter from long years ago,
And murmurs of promise in moments that change.

The scent of aged wood and forgotten dreams,
Wrapped around me like a comforting shroud;
I wandered through memories stitched at the seams—
Time unraveling gently beneath the crowd.

In corners where silence held stories untold,
Ghosts of my past waved like leaves in the breeze;
I sought for connection amid echoes bold,
Yet found only shadows that whispered with ease.

What was I walking into but my own heart?
A tapestry woven with joy and despair;
Every thread tangled in love’s fragile art—
An intricate pattern beyond all compare.

So here I stand still at this threshold divine,
With courage to face what is mine to embrace;
For every dark entry leads back to the line—
Of life’s endless journey through time and space.