Dear Belinda

Old poem written in August of 1990.

                         Dear Belinda

I learned life wasn't fair,

you can't get what you want and

love isn't enough sometimes.

I remember a beauty,

prettiest girl I ever known.

When I looked into her eyes,

I dreams of crazy things,

had great dreams where love was kind to me.

I remember whispering to her.

"Belinda, my Belinda.

Please smile for me,

please allow me to show you the midnight moon and

let's dance for the millions star in the clear sky.

Please allow me in and allow me to teach you joy and happiness."

I lived in a strict, un-moving world and my life was organized.

She allowed me in and opened the door for me,

made me believe I was important and she was important to me.

I learn I was seeking love and she was seeking salvation.

I learn broken heart ladies who don't want to be fixed.

Can't.

The funny part, the running man who ran from everything, learned.

Love was never fair,

The sweetest kiss will break your heart and when a woman,

is cold and done.

Love can't be.

In sweet dreams, she was brave and I was willing.

I wrote in secret journals love letters never send.

"Dear Belinda

You are my sweetest days,

my kindest hours.

I love you more than my own life.

You were a dandelion wish,

a wishing well prayer.

You were a Winter storm and I was the quiet forest.

I wanted forever and you wanted your sorrow.

I know dear Belinda,

sometimes love isn't enough."

               Dancing Coyote

                             

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[AJNJ]

When two people are seeking different things in a relationship then love cannot bridge the gap. This is one of the saddest kind of scenarios. There is so much to love in that person and you never want to let them go yet it is impossible to go on. I see your love for Belinda and your sorrow at having lost her. I could feel a piece of you go missing when she left. But as you said when a woman is cold, its done. Perhaps, we can take consolation in the beauty of what was and hopefully that beauty, like the seeds of that dandelion will take root forever in a soul.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Woman who are loving the sorrow. Rarely will come back till they are ready. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[AJNJ]

Totally appreciated and you're most welcome sir.

[augustus]

Fantasies! How I love them! Especially, when they haven't a hell's chance of becoming reality!

[Coyote Poetry]

They can happen. Each of us are different. Some of us are brave and some of us are scare. I tripped more time than I knew perfect pace. Thank you for reading and the comment

[Unspoken poet]

Wow, this is so good, truthful in ways as well. This is an emotional read here.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear poet. Love will come, when we allow her in.

[Light and ashes]

This is deeply sad.... some lines cut me deep.
A person who doesn't want to be saved can't be.
A great write Coyote, as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Allie. Sometime people, need their loneliness. I appreciate the comment.

[Light and ashes]

I'm not really sure who truly needs their loneliness, since it is an emotion I know well...
and how it actually rips the soul apart..
You're welcome Coyote, always a pleasure to read you.