Do You Hear Them

Do you hear them in the dark sky; voices. Can you see them? They're in the moist cold wind. Strong feverish passionate rant noises. It's pined and forced behind, on a whirlwind. Autumn leaves move violently beaten. Dancing deaf, blind, moving incoherent. Storm; up, in, and under midair wheaten. Wave, tossing, not surrendering errant. Pedals follow upward like flaming tongues. My love, can you see them? A kiss it asks. It asks, my love, you my love, fireworks, comes. A thousand sums and more under the mask. It takes breath from our lungs; they mean no harm. I need be back into your open arms.