I am a figment of an imagination of a less traveled circus. Ramble..Ramble…No Wind brushes my face. The cold air beats down on my smirk, freezing it in place. I have been here before. Chess pieces align in my heart seeking a place to reside. The outcome bursts into laughter. Hope twinkles in my eye. The Lighthouse has been lit. The water is warm & soothes my soul. Given beauty of a moment. Hold tight to this revealed heart-beat. Entrancing the dance becomes locking my fingers in place. I WILL. Every chance to dance is what the heart needs to take place.