Wyoming winds

here's a house on a hill;
And you never looked down.
With your hot air balloon,
You circled around.

It was jefferson airplain
And thomas the train,
Who were handing out coals
And miles away.

One day,
It just happened that way.

Everydays a reason.
Another, completin'.
Are you soon, leaving?
Another you complete,
And frame in your name
with autumn leafs.

I hear west is the way to head.
I hope you're happy, asleep in your bed.

It was Cheyenne and Reno
And canvases and blanket
Folding so grand.
I glad you were on my mind
In This canyon of sand,
Once In my hourglass hands.

If only for the time we bend,
For what's worth I guess,
Depends.
I finally find my friend.
Inside these Wyoming Autumn wimds.

Either way its the season,
They just make them that way.
Complete in the breeze
Born to be free,
Ill breathe like you
Will you breathe like me?

Always,
Is always so far away.
Its closer than we think.

I feel
My bark start to peel.
My heart starts to real.
I bite my tounge
Hold my breathe
For fear and need
Of your closeness to me.
Your pulse in my palms
Slipping away
And the way that you touch me that way,
It's like your in my veins.

Reviews

[Shivam Murari]

This poem is so awesomely cryptic. The flow is so nice. The poem has got some very nice imagery too!

The most effective lines being:

"I bite my tounge
Hold my breathe
For fear and need
Of your closeness to me.
And the way that you touch me that way,
It's like your in my veins."

Thanks for sharing :)