A bit of sarcasm broken

             A hint of sarcasm jumps throughout my thoughts.
Ah I stay quiet only to hear more raving laughter
falling from my lips.

            Ah indeed a difference of just a matter
of hours can change a moment. Silly that the irony in
that can really bring a wave of depth from dark navies
to fierce stormy grays.

          Intriguing how a whisper across coldness can
warm the icy stare. So much clarity left to wait. So
much to remain still as all else swarms to attention.

         An exhaling of sincere hope. Dancing, twirling
reddish copper tendrils over and through my small
fingers. Just a long sigh that draws a tiny giggle.

        Sure I find a renewed sense of sarcasm but
I hold all at bay so that the spirit soaring can break
free of the soul. Playing upon the invisible notes
of a long ago memory.

        Ah the reels creak as the fine tunings begin. The
wonder that places all doubts in the trash. Standing
tall for the necessity of just being unique.

        Simple. Oh just how simple the words can be
put to good use. Still the best way, for me, is a motion.
Yet I dare anyone to be brave, to be bold enough to
say something.

        Still though the little pieces of shyness just
falls before me. Such joy is deeply poured inside, core
radiant and loved. This I know but who is observant?

        So herein lies the difficulties of the sarcasm.
The awkward moments in no truly understanding,
nor really trying to comprehend. Just clarity in
a hope.

        Odd perhaps, I may be. Though I am just being me.
I cannot ask anyone to voice their love for me, nor
can I press them to inquire. Yet I would adore for just
a tiny glimpse of a yes, even though if it is years away.

       Ah and still I hold the icy sarcasm within my
mind. So many changes have been shown but the
layout is fuzzy. So I hold onto the importance
of what is necessary.

      So forgive the talk of irony, of distance I hold
and the other hardened shell I try to keep bordering
my soul.

       I hope some see passed all. Look for that crack to
help furthering to open. Looking into the radiance
of a soft glow. The unique me.