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.

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.

of a distant ship returning,
dashed his heart, tragic.
Hopes and dreams,
his lemon soul,
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…