Lying alone with secrets

Every cloud has a silver lining
every tribute; a golden explorer-
wind whips as beauty sleeps…
and I dance- a lone silhouette.

radios surround- blaring false escapades….
as the blue light concedes to the shove of Icarus-
field mice rattle the dry corn husks they call home…
while I sip my crushed grapes….day dreaming at night

beauty awakens-
…and enters through the doorway as if it’s a portal into my existence.
all ills begin to self medicate and pacify the pangs of pain
dangling paper clips form silent wind chimes…

eyes closing now- 
comfort and serenity engulf my heavy heart…
the air- as sweet as it is thick.