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By Ann Christine Tabaka

The perfect evening…rolling waves gently kiss the shore.

Dancing moon glow hypnotizing the senses. We walk hand

in hand in moist marsh grass, birds scattering in our wake.

Magic fills the air. The softness of forever held in a

solitary moment. Daylight drips down from a lavender sky.

Night takes over as the starry curtain falls. Sounds echo

off a distant shore. Stillness surrounds. Quietude!

You once loved me on a night like this. Time has a way

of remembering such things. You are the one who taught

me that one plus one could equal much more than two, and

that a lifetime could exist in a single breath. A cool breeze

sings across the bay. Tucking the stars into our dreams,

we turn to walk towards dawn. No words are spoken.


About the Author

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry; was winner of
Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year. Her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 15 poetry and 1 short-story book.


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