When lances of loneliness stab me so deep,
As daystar declines, and the Globe falls asleep,
When uncontrolled sadness reigns over my realms,
A feeling of sore in my heart overwhelms.
When love seems a daydream, when order is mess
When joy is a phantom, and comfort distress
When hope is exhausted, life cumbered with care
I yield to affliction and slump in despair.
But then I’d imagine my friend Josephene
The gleam in her eyes and their charm so serene
My anguish retreats, and sweet raptures obtain
And feel exaltation subduing my pain!
September 12th 1986