Beautiful Lies

The Heavy Wind

And there is this truth,
that this world may or may not know,
but would never say it out loud;
In the night, when the night is afraid of
darkness, howls and swirls of the wind,
and the stars that might lose grip,
the wind seeps underneath your window,
collects your secrets and dashes against
your window pane, makes the trees
around, bring life to their sclerenchymae,
and letting some stars fall for wishes.

You shudder from your sleep;
You're whispered of a storm, of weather
being bad, of earthquakes under seabeds;
But, haven't you ever wondered, how
air, all light, weigh heavy at nights?
Your secrets, weigh; They howl off
their silence, scatter repressed anger on your panes,
and settle upon trees, weighing them down.

You wake up to a lie of peace,
and your mirror all undusted yet clean;
The night you let your hair, cover your scar,
mumbled to your reflection, in silence
and exhaled air, suppressing secrets;
Your mirror, all misty from yesternight,
shook hands with the wind, bringing in
starlight to cover your scar, again, today.

Your words, secrets, settle elsewhere,
In you, you feel lightened and lied to;
And...

There, is this truth
The world would never say out loud.
How your secrets lay unnoticed
on the ground!
~ ©️ Sapphire Stella