A veil between worlds (Marcella Boccia)

There is a place where silence sways,
where echoes bloom and fade too soon,
where mist unweaves the threaded days
beneath a frail and hollow moon.I stand between, I breathe the dust,
one foot in light, one lost in shade,
a name dissolved, a vow in rust,
a step too close and I will fade.The air is thin, the ground unsure,
a whisper drifts—too soft to hold,
a touch, a glimpse, and nothing more,
a veil between the dark and gold.