The Gleam of The Queen

Slow Saturday That was his text My mind wondered what next I could hear a song which shined the right beacon Feeling sure this was the right weekend Envisioning my hand in freedom, it was so clear That moment that beach Ooh I wanted to be near Then a vision of a lady on land Oh my God did she look ever so grand Standing tall and proud all in the light Even her smile in the dark you could see at night Across that sand you could see the gold stitches Her attitude read she didn't care if she was too big for those britches While her walk was not perfect it seemed unique It looked as if no one would be in her rink I seemed so far from that lady so high I didn't know her name and I was unwilling to say goodbye But I could not let that path go dry What was that tie Why could she only mouth I Who was she Was she me Dressed from head to toe like the deep sea Crown sparkling like the water I had to lean forward and squint my eyes But I refused to give my hopes up And called it a lie She mouthed why I'll see you later queen I promise I won't die