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