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she heard his anguished call

and so she traveled across

a great many distances

without stopping at all

until she came upon the new

hollowed out hall

with the evasive prickly name

'Thorn Field'

how its rafters must have burned

'tis a pity  'twas a shame

once by its youngest master almost feared

now stands hauntingly familiar yet dilapidated

charred by a mad woman whose lust for revenge

until now never became sated

until by the charm of death she was reared

oh, how she must have hated

and he, the enigmatic yet beloved master of all

that of which the returned visitor once held

so very dear

including himself

now shut away in regret and utter despair

oh, if only his wounded heart could let him

live as well as forget

perhaps then he, his own soul could spare

'Jane.. Jane... Jane...... Jane......'

'Where are you?'

'I'm coming!.......'

'Wait for me!.........'

even now in this very hour

as she stands bewilderingly expectant

before his sightless face

these very words ring in her dearest

wantings and echo back in her love yet fully

taken

for to be with him here in this quaintly remote

even if ill properly kept, place

would mean more than anything else either

cherished or forsaken

Dear Edward is indeed now free

and another moment apart they never shall

waste

for even if one is without eyes

he neither need nor worry

for one's heart can only then his better self

see....................

(July 25, 1995)