My dear Jane

my dearest friend

Jane,

Your words soothe

A calming balm over my throat

My pained, aching eyes

I feel my love etched in heaven,

As I Edward, feel the thread

Clinking and slinking into my torn up web

The web feels like my heart

And though we have been apart,

The string sounds clinking, when a lone finger

Plucks it, as a violin string

As a gentle wind over a harp breathing a

Cooling song.

I know that the last time we spoke,

It was cut off like a cruel knife to a throat

By the dark raven who lights up

Their fires (as you brilliantly said softly to me in your secret throne)

And painfully sad, screeches into my ear,

But dear Jane

Do not fear,

Be at peace

Edward is here.

And she is living in eternity

Here.