Some Advice

A broken statue above her tomb

Faces down on Atlantic blue

Searching for the phrase Elizabeth waits

Locked Away from everything you knew

Mary speaks to a darkened room

Hoping for the day they both slip away

Some advice just passes by

in a dream of winter light

Moving into rushing water

It pushes back on the frozen border

Some advice reminds me of

Who I was when I was young

And then I remember the movement of December and the sun

Nothing cuts through the Baltic grey

Miles from the palisades

She waits for the day gets lost in the raid

Some advice just passes by

In a Dream on a winter night

Suddenly it's less uncertain

It pushes back on the frozen water

Some advice reminds me of

Who I was when I was young

And then I remember the movement of the December setting sun