Stepping back , clearly to see , and then recognizing the flutters in the heart .

Ready and willing to go . Go onward and onward soaring  free .

New breath awaits  to be tingling the senses  and to introduce  discoveries .

An old heart renewed in the light of the minds eye and a wandering spirit tells tales

worthy of feast days and banquets by the ocean’s edge .

When the stars invite me for a stroll in the moon’s light or in the darkest night I say yes .

Always yes .