Frantic Romantic

 

Left at the helm

he couldn’t control,

the pace was frantic.

Mesmerised by lust,

gull to chips,

his eyes locked,

its shaft gigantic.

 

Northwesterly,

expressed early

seasick thoughts romantic.

A glassy spring night,

Illumination became infatuation.

He ran straight at it,

tall in the Atlantic.

 

Crashing into a lighthouse.

 

Learning

of a distant ship returning,

dashed his heart, tragic.

Hopes and dreams,

his lemon soul,

backlit

on rocks volcanic.

 

Mirrored in the ship’s brass

glaring light in stark contrast.

In a dream he asked, in panic,

the oracle.

Please! Complete the line -

this beginning will end…

titanic.