A wild bird.

A old poem with a re-write.

A wild bird.



I saw the fear in her eyes.
She told me that “I love you,
I need you.

But I’m afraid.
Afraid of losing myself in a emotion
where I won’t be able to escape.”

A wild bird can’t be captured completely.
A wild bird may forget the freedom it once had.
But in dreams, the wild bird will fly free and have no walls to lock them in.

I heard her crying at night.
She was swimming in a sweet love
and dreaming of flying away from me.
Twisting up her dreams and heart.

A wild bird will slowly die.
One day.
The wildness in the eyes of the wild bird will be gone.

She will quit talking of life and great dreams.
Her laughter  will fade away and
her spirit of life will be lost in the gentle breezes.

I try to motivate my love.
I took her to the sea, the mountains and
we took long road trips.

I saw her blue eyes become sadder.
I used to see the blue sky in her eyes.
Now I saw sadness and tears.

I will set my wild bird free,
I will tell her to fly away to her hope and dreams.
I will tell her,
I will wait for you.

Somethings can’t be held down,
some dreams are so powerful.
They can kill your energy and joy of life.

I couldn’t kill my beautiful lady,
I could not cage her in a love with walls and barriers.

I released her on a sunny day.
I took her to the airport and
I broke my heart.

I found a sort of peace for setting a spirit free to
wander the great world.

I knew when you set a wild bird free.
They would not  return.

                               Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

the self awareness of a man's heart, of how painful love can be, and how sometimes what a man wants is not what he can have, and how the recognition of that leads him to the ultimate sacrifice. That is love, and you have captured it to its fullest here John. Superb poem, so glad you resurected it for us to experience and enjoy

ken

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken. I was always unlucky in love in my youth. Those wild ones stole my heart.

[Ken e Bujold]

likewise. though I find as time goes by they become the source of much material. I think you find this as well

[Coyote Poetry]

We do need the muses of the past my friend.

[Red Brick Keshner]

There is a wild bird within each, or so it is I believe. And to forget is a normal thing but the dream yes, the dream always remembers. Once freed, they do not return. Majestic!

[Coyote Poetry]

I was more coyote than bird. Native American believe the coyote. Wise and the jokester. Hello dear Frederick for reading and the comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

"A little bird in the cage, as love it's holding it. No need to be sad my dear friend, she will fly and so should you!"

[Coyote Poetry]

I did dear Sarah. My Army days. I volunteer for every mission. I traveled. my wild bird taught me. The world is wonderful and beautiful. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

She was lucky to have you.

[Chris Shaw]

So beautiful and an expression of real love and understanding Some just have to fly freely or they will suffer. So hard to let go, but it is the right thing to do.

Chris

[Weeping willow]

Beautifully expressed into the sadness of setting love free ;-]

[Coyote Poetry]

A true story my friend. When we love some one. Maybe setting them free. Was the real gift of love? Thank you for reading and the comment.

[AYVID N]

Some people are like wild birds and cannot live in bondage, even if the bondage is as beautiful as love. They need their space to grow and reach a higher space. Their spirits do not belong to anyone but they are still wonderful people. You were so understanding and your love was selfless. Letting go is tough but you did it and the rewards are yours to cherish. Beautifully written, dear Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Divya. Some women and some men. Need more and everything. We are lucky to spend some time with them. The wild birds taught me to be wild too.

[AYVID N]

Its good to be wild and happy as the birds, dear friend. Live your life to the fullest and best.