Thunder Gulf

One stormy night in the Caribbean I watched an incredible lighting show, and it moved me to write this poem

Thunder Gulf

 In a full moon fervor

 And a tropical tremor

 Thunder rolled over the gulf

 Once the moonlight delivered

 And calm water shimmered

 Now clouds collide in the dark

 Like a sparkling white wine

 Fresh from her vine

 The moonshine imbibes all her minions

 Knowing I am one

 With no place to run

 A prisoner of Luna's dominions

 Like a stone looking out

 In silence I shout

 My spirit escapes with the breeze

 Trapped on this deck

 With a castaway's net

 I fish across endless seas

 But my prey is elusive

 It's freedom exclusive

 I know not where it is found

 Distant seas are my tack

 With the wind at my back

 Sailing ships to nowhere are bound

 Anguished tides of regret

 Wash over this deck

 That lists in lonely self pity

 But the seas of the night

 Care not my plight

 For their temperance is fleeting and giddy

 As humid heat surrounds

 My vigilance absconds

 Campeche succumbs to a trough

 Clouds crash over head

 And I lie in my bed

 As thunder rolls over the gulf

Author's Note

I tried to make this one flow lyrically, but maintain a semblance meaning