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