The threshold is the place of expectation. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
The Lock
it’s torn away.
Through
bloodshed
tears.
I’ve waited for this day.
HEY!
What is that LIGHT?
everything hurts,
Where is,
My Beloved NIGHT?
I see you!
HOLD ON TO ME!
What is pulling
you to far for me
to see?
COME BACK!
PLEASE WAIT!
I NEED TO KNOW…..
am i too late?
OH I see…..
now
it’s up to me.
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 
In the last stanza, I imagined you stretching out your arms to reach your beloved, as he drifts farther away from you. Intense!
I love the desperation and intensity Luna fabulous
Please more, hey. I like when you reach out and tear away The Box.
Ah, you’re building up my expectations. Now on to part 3!
As the strength builds, come the crescendo…
powerful expression on loses, I am with you.
blessings.
Wow. As before, I can relate to this. Short, sharp, to the point and touching, all at the same time.