I linked you and you linked me
Walking by the wishing tree;
Me – hoping for one last glance;
You – for one last Dance.
An impression like oak – an old oak tree
He is here, beside you and me.
He sees us link, like daisy’s in a chain;
Watching the love, that still remains.
Standing idly by, blessings from an Angel;
Casting spiritual glee – upon to thee –
With a dress of white – earned from life;
Living the good life, day to day.
James is here; so listen, lower your ear.
And a guiding voice – you will hear.