The solace of a watery grave

These delusions of grandeur churned viciously
From making love on palatial marble floors,
To saving whales in Japan,
Or dressing wounds in war-torn Mogadishu -
How could I stop such extremities,
And merely dream
About taking the kids to the beach
To look for the sea-shells singing the loudest?
Instead, I find myself embracing the blonde, Russian captain
Of a clandestine submarine,
Both hoping that our emails will still work,
After nuclear meltdown.

My heart's little yacht did not make it.
It sunk off the coast of Lampedusa
My straight-shooting dad was right -
My feet needed grounding,
But instead, I chased a moon
My spaceship never could land on.

If the gods of love give me another chance,
I'd travel lighter next time;
I'd notice faster when eyes lit up
At the sound of my words -
Or when they didn't;
And I'll abandon, quickly -
Those enticing rabbit trials
An eagle like me,
Should never have walked upon.

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Interesting images and expressions you throw out to the readers. Nicely written. So many things to muse about in this poem.