Sitting alone with secrets

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

radios surround- blaring false escapades…
as the blue light slowly relinquishes it’s dominance to the push of Icarus 
field mice rattle the earth they call home…
while I swill my crushed grapes…night dreaming.

beauty awakens-
enters-
and all ill begins to quell itself…
dangling paper clips form silent wind chimes-
eyes closing now…
comfort and quiet engulf-
my heart heavy… the air- as sweet as it is thick.