TRILOGY
FOR J.A.C
The Last Ticket
A conductor old, on rails his life doth spend,
Each journey marked by wheels that softly hum.
A lady fair, last ticket, doth befriend,
Her gentle smile makes weary heart succumb.
Through fields and towns, their quiet love doth grow,
Yet iron tracks face doom of silent end.
His fear of change doth bid their bond to slow,
Her courage bold, new paths she would commend.
The line doth close, yet still her heart he seeks,
With townsfolk joined, they fight for what was lost.
Though rails grow cold, their love in truth now speaks,
A journey new, no matter what the cost.
From tracks to dreams, their hearts forever glide,
In love’s sweet course, they travel side by side.
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Starboard Hearts
A chef upon the waves, with flavors bold,
Doth craft his art where oceans gently sway.
A writer sharp, with quill, her tale is told,
Yet scorns his craft, till love doth come her way.
In galley’s glow, their lessons spark a flame,
Her pen softens with each dish they share.
But harsh her words, a review to bring him shame,
His pride doth wound, their bond left raw and bare.
Yet truth she writes, his heart she doth extol,
Her words now praise the man she holds so dear.
Together they, a tale of taste, enroll,
To sail through life, with love their course to steer.
On seas of blue, their hearts in union blend,
A love as vast as waves that never end.
The Mapmaker’s Muse
A cartographer, in solitude’s embrace,
Doth chart the wild with lines of careful hand.
A hiker bold, with joy in every place,
Doth call his heart to roam her boundless land.
Through forest paths, their love doth softly bloom,
Her spirit free, his quiet heart doth wake.
Yet city’s gold would draw him to its gloom,
Her wild soul fears his choice their bond to break.
A trail’s mishap doth bid him see her light,
He spurns the coin for paths where love is true.
With maps they weave, their hearts in joy unite,
To trace the world, their love forever new.
In wild’s embrace, their souls forever roam,
Two wanderers, who find in love a home.
