You've stolen silently into the room
And laid your silver gossamer down
Spinning it from some etheric loom
Creating iridescence all around.
I happen upon your aura there
And catch my breath in reverent awe...
A sacred feeling suffuses the air
And, loathe to intrude, I think to withdraw
But your soothing radiance beckons me near
To imbibe the sweetness of your presence
That seeps through this unearthly atmosphere
And whispers a hymn to my inner essence
Claiming Hawaii as her true home, Molly Moore is currently residing in Seattle, Washington, pursuing a nursing degree. Perhaps her previous career as an international flight attendant is what launched Molly’s "flights of fancy" into poetry. A love of rhythm and rhyme sparks her creative side, especially while outdoors in nature.