Voices In the Wind
Do you hear them in the dark sky; voices?
Can you see them? They're in the moist cold wind.
It's pined and forced behind, on a whirlwind,
Strong feverish passionate rant noises.
Autumn leaves move violently beaten.
Dancing deaf, blind moving incoherent
wave, tossing, not surrendering errant
storm; up, in, and under midair wheaten.
Pedals follow upward like flaming tongues.
My love, can you see them? A kiss it asks.
A thousand sums and more under the mask.
It asks, my love, you my love, firework comes.
It takes the breath from our lungs; they mean no harm.
I need to be back into your open arms.
5/1/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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