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?
