A wild bird.

A wild bird.

I saw the fear in her eyes and
she told me that I love you,
I need you.

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

A wild bird can’t be captured,
a wild bird may forget the freedom it once had.
But in their dreams, they 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.
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 quit talking of life and great dreams and
her laughter faded away.
Her spirit of life was lost in the gentle breezes.

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

I saw her blue eyes become sadder.
I used to see the blue sky in her eyes and
now I saw the sadness and the 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 woman and
I could not cage her in a love with walls and barriers.

I released her on a sunny day and
I took her to the airport,
I broke my own 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