Lyrical James,
Lyrical James,
He thought he and Anna were a team,
A bond so tame,
It never required a name.
She was his dame,
And He, her aim,
A relation so natural,
Never at all brutal,
They rose from the same vine,
And fell in the same line,
Together they rest fine.
With his crimson flush,
And her infinite blush,
They may the perfect hush……
Lyrical James,
Troubled James,
so frustrated and passed out,
His dream world has caved in.
That dreadful loss
Of someone so just,
Broke his trust,
Her name, they mention,
That height...the long vision,
Now lies with an unsound notion.
He’s being dealt with,
Where are his wits?
Could he summon them now?
He’d wished for a heavenly dew,
A shadow, where he could bask and reason,
To seek a better lesson,
For the coming seasons,
His curse, he now sees as a blessing.