Threshold
I see you.
You, are apart of a magnificent world
That I can’t help but admire.
Full of castles, and knights, ships, even a dragon or two.
Colors that seem beyond our spectrum’s comprehension, and much brighter than the brightest start in my galaxy.
So many mysteries go unanswered in the deep trenches of your history.
Not hindered by laws nor rules. For you
Are able to accomplish whatever you desire.
One cannot even begin to fathom the beauty that is your existence.
But I
I am denied entry to your magnificent, and wonderous world.
By just two inches of that cruel glass threshold.
Oh
Wanda
My wonderful goldfish, what do your magical eyes see
When you look back at me?