(Published on March 16th 2015)
Come come my love the bush is growing
He sung when thou with garments flowing
Went talking with me down the lane
Dreaming of beauty ere I found thee
& musing by the bushes green
The wind enamourd streaming round thee
Paintd the visions I had seen.
A short extract from my 'Afterword' :
Haunted by a shadow, searching for someone who could never appear, and with the void in his heart growing every day, the isolation within his soul felt like the abyss itself, eating away at his very existence. Powerless to do anything but to continue to live as a stranger in the Northborough cottage, living daily with the soul wrenching realisation that Mary was lost forever."