A Sonnet about “Soon” and “Almost There”

Amidst the lexicon’s vast and varied score,
Two phrases dance, each with its unique flair.
“Almost there,” a whisper by the door,
In measured steps, anticipation’s air.

“Soon,” a promise woven in time’s embrace,
A pledge that lingers in the hopeful heart.
Yet on the brink, where paths and moments race,
They meet in union, a linguistic art.

“Almost there” strides with patience, slow and sure,
A journey’s tale etched on the pathway’s stone.
“Soon” paints the future with hues obscure,
A canvas of dreams where destinies are known.

In sonnet’s grace, these phrases find their pair,
Dancing through verses, “soon” and “almost there.”