By Skye Shae Bonati 2011 Moving on the still air, downward came the only wish that I had dared breathe to the expectant night, leaving my lips with hope insecure and unsure of it finding its goal. I watched it with a guarded heart, thinking that perhaps I dreamt. But while I dared not move an inch toward it to grasp and take hold of my prize, a breeze flew by, and I had to reach out quick -- in order that the evening’s elves not snatch my zephyr of hope away before my eyes fu
