By Skye Shae Bonati April 12, 2013 Humility, that wide-eyed child once stood next to the fountain on Cantos Plaza A yellow tipped man hung his bow there -- drew it across the symphony he played in his heart -- if only he’d known All around him sun’s rays shone through dusty streets, finding every shadow and giving chase The plaza dripped with honey and bread fell from the sky, but the bow drew back and forth. The conductor tapped his s

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