By Ann Christine Tabaka

Night sounds amble away with starlight
at their heels. Seeking out the yawn of
morning’s sleepy outstretched arms.
Hours, four and twenty, play tag
amongst themselves. A game
the moon knows all too well.
Dreams come to rest on shoulders
white as milk, until the sunlight beckons,
with eyes the color of sapphires.
The story is perpetual beyond the span
of time.  Eternally chasing its own tail
through the universe in pursuit
of a brilliant golden sun.
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.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)

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