Jetsam of Scuttled Me
There is no peace
In this squall that is my soul
This shipwreck of suffering
Dawn's flag fluttering
A cove that won't let go
My reflection is gone
But you're still there
Gelid lips still bearing
The salt of placid caring
The coral of kicking seas
I hear the horn resounding
Midnight's mistress crowning
As bottled moonlight spills all
The red tide of hope drowning
The fabled fathoms of Luna's call
Behold the glass inlet
Where jagged love flows free
Beneath my shredded mast
The threaded din of reflections past
That's where tomorrow finds
Jetsam of scuttled me
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