Reefed

Full moon brought troubled watersdark creatures whirled in the caverns of my soulwind whipped the boat with confusion until daybreak. You wanted it all, the pure and the cleanthe pivot of my spirit that sings with guardians’ wings. Out beyond the horseshoe reef,(which didn’t bring us any luck)the Atlantic rolls its heavy thunder. What can I tell you under the three palm treeswhere Johnny Depp buried the gold doubloons?  There’s no gold here, only scattered momentsof ‘might have been’while someone plucks a string to sing a prayer for sleep & the hungry ghosts chatter.