Silver Lake,
Ocracoke
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.
* Published by the Academy of the Heart
and Mind, November 2017
* Published by Ariel Chart, November
2017
Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in
Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal
trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives
with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous
national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies.
Dear Chris,
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry and this poem proves once more your talent.
Thank you for sharing.
Best wishes,
Inge
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