In liminal spaces, worlds align,
Between the dusk and dawn’s first shine,
A threshold where the unknown gleams,
Awakening soft, elusive dreams.
The liminal holds the in-between,
Neither here nor gone, unseen,
A place where changes come to play,
Transforming night to blushing day.
So speak of liminal with care,
A word to mark the thinly air,
Where old meets new, and paths entwine—
A magic word, a subtle sign.
