Long
fingers of night reach out for
evening,
embracing her with soft
velvet
arms. Quietude is her
name,
she lives for this moment.
Diamonds
dance across the surface
of
the water. Rhythmic waves lap at
a
gray pebbly beach, as the last rays
of
sun are swallowed by the horizon.
Anchored
boats with white sails,
now
merely ghosts against a wine
colored
sky. Far off, cries of marsh
bound
shorebirds fade with the light.
A
space between reality and dream,
filled
with enchantment. The cosmos
sings
to romance. A curtain call for the
moon.
As lovers walk off hand in hand.
Ann Christine Tabaka
lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published poet and artist. She loves
gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats.
Her most recent credits are The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The
Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity
Magazine, Longshot Island, Indiana Voice Journal, Halcyon Days Magazine, The
Society of Classical Poets, and BSU’s Celestial Musings Anthology.
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