Grounded bits of hope

         Silly motions tremble down into the dusky sky. Holding
onto a bit of sarcastic laughter. Who to kid but the
trail of stones? Indeed a spread that grinds softness
to dust.

        How else to display the words upon dirt? Such
called for destinations began this very day. The setting
of goals. Placing the passing thought of cynicism
behind a steel door.

         Yes no negativity needs to rattle through me.
Just the cause of a sigh. Picking up the motions and
following through. What else can be done?

         Yes I am curious but I do not stake any
claim in an answer. The hope presses deeper. Pushing
me back up, once again.

        A calm distance as I stare above me. Grateful
for the cooling of a warm breeze. One the tugs my
chin upward.

        Indeed a simple piece of joy sits inside me.
One leap offered to jump start once more. Yes I
would dare myself to look. Seeing the radiance
of the evening sky. Hopefully the change of
colors shall erase the doubts.

        The laughter echoing inside me, vulgar
tastes of irony drum to the tip of my tongue. Slammed
quietly to explore the contours of a silent moment.

       For there must be one piece of hope that
halts the disaster awaiting the next corner. Else
I know not of the kindness in shutting off all
modes. Quickly diminishing any mood that should
arise.

      Such a love of character. So grand is the echo
of reasoning, streaking throughout my mind. Ah ha
I find myself saying. So many more pushes before
I fall into gratitude.

     A worthy opponent and welcomed friend. A simple
sight of a hope, a dream that brings strengthening
closer. Indeed.

     Yes those ground pebbles are worth much in a kind
memory. The dustings to recall and add experience
to. Indeed a few bits of laughter soaked in. So much
difference one tiny speck.

     Onward I jump. Hoping the cynical side subsides
into a whisper and the chirpy girl returns.

      A smile on a hope.