Twelve Embers Adrift

Am I just waitin' for the last glimmer to come To purify and fill full my heart of wisdom? Cradled by the slow waves, caressed by the wind With the stars above me, I feel my soul dancing Lonesomeness is a shipwreck But the drift seems so sweet tonight, I raise the bet Don't get too close, my love, when the devil is sleeping Don't get so close, my love, there are twelve embers adrift How could you lay these wings white like alabaster Down in the dirt and coal? My bed's made of embers My most beloved folks all flamed up in the end Yet a million times I've called that ghostly fireman Yours weeping deep but fear to tread around me Where grow my poems and water-flowers only Now I'm set in this boat named "Soul For Salvage" Kneel and pray to thank my self-denial, instead "Look askance at those who drift and stay on your way" Is the secret truth of angels to doubt in prayers?