Handfuls of Moonlight


Your love,

more precious than

a handful of moonlight.

Gossamer threads magically weave

their way



my open heart

and into my spirit,

intangible evidence that

love is.



butterfly breaths;

drink sweet nectar collected when

hummingbirds fly delighted by



We are

enfolded in peace;

together we’re secure,

delighted in our solitude

we live.



~Elise Skidmore ©2018

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