Autumn leaves are falling
in the windy breeze
in spirals they are blowing
a masterpiece in leaves
the colors are russet and gold
brown, yellow and red
striking, beautiful and bold
to land upon your head
to fall upon the ground
and dance across your sight
a soft and quiet sound
is their yearly autumn flight
By Elizabeth Azpurua
Showing posts with label flight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flight. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Lily Valley Boy
"Stolen Lilies"
Stole lilies in a basket by the bay
Took them to children who sang to run, to play
and carted off the emblems in a box
to give to fairies asking for a song
I laid mattresses down by the sea
to spread blankets of sand all over me
and kept the only shell I ever knew
thinking it was the only shining thing
Took pictures and captured my fake grin
and thought that was the only smile above my chin
I left thinking I'd given all my love away
to beings too concerned with themselves
Stole lilies in a basket by the bay
and gave them to selfish little girls pretending to play
and carted off the emblems of love to the woods
to give the fairies who requested more songs
I thought as I laid down by the sea
that I'd never find a love to hold close to me
that there would never be anything new
and then an eagle carried off with me
not realizing that it gave me wings
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"Mr. Brown Eyed Boy"
you, mr. brown eyed boy
thinking you're so great
wearing green like trees
and a smile like fake
go ahead and be yourself
and dance around in jubilee
i don't care much now
i've got a smile across the sea
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"In the Valley..."
I am feeling like I need a parachute
somebody save me as I go, as I go down
Too many things are pulling me over the edge
and I fear that I'm welcoming, wanting the ground
I was seeing from the mountains nothing new
Thought the trees were all there was to hold onto
But I never knew...
No I never knew...
In the valley there were flowers in fields galore
There was sunlight I could feel all over my skin
and I never grasped the cluttered place I stayed
was exactly what could keep me from singing hymns
I was seeing from those mountains nothing to do
Thought the trees were all there was to hold onto
But I never knew...
Nope, never knew...
About you
All by Elizabeth Azpurua 4/10/10
Stole lilies in a basket by the bay
Took them to children who sang to run, to play
and carted off the emblems in a box
to give to fairies asking for a song
I laid mattresses down by the sea
to spread blankets of sand all over me
and kept the only shell I ever knew
thinking it was the only shining thing
Took pictures and captured my fake grin
and thought that was the only smile above my chin
I left thinking I'd given all my love away
to beings too concerned with themselves
Stole lilies in a basket by the bay
and gave them to selfish little girls pretending to play
and carted off the emblems of love to the woods
to give the fairies who requested more songs
I thought as I laid down by the sea
that I'd never find a love to hold close to me
that there would never be anything new
and then an eagle carried off with me
not realizing that it gave me wings
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Mr. Brown Eyed Boy"
you, mr. brown eyed boy
thinking you're so great
wearing green like trees
and a smile like fake
go ahead and be yourself
and dance around in jubilee
i don't care much now
i've got a smile across the sea
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"In the Valley..."
I am feeling like I need a parachute
somebody save me as I go, as I go down
Too many things are pulling me over the edge
and I fear that I'm welcoming, wanting the ground
I was seeing from the mountains nothing new
Thought the trees were all there was to hold onto
But I never knew...
No I never knew...
In the valley there were flowers in fields galore
There was sunlight I could feel all over my skin
and I never grasped the cluttered place I stayed
was exactly what could keep me from singing hymns
I was seeing from those mountains nothing to do
Thought the trees were all there was to hold onto
But I never knew...
Nope, never knew...
About you
All by Elizabeth Azpurua 4/10/10
Monday, March 22, 2010
Flying Solo Unperturbed
"Unperturbed"
High walls and faces all around
voices crashing against my ears
and it's cold in here
Your voice so sure beside me now
and your warmth is making me calm
and your eyes draw a smile
and your freckles make me grin
I shiver a tad and you notice, you do
and your jean jacket finds its way to my arms
and I'm wrapped in your scent
and held by your warmth
and we're the only two in this room
No one will notice while lost in their world
and I won't let this stark room dismay
while I have the warmth of your unperturbed smile
and your jacket becomes my shield
keeps everything else at bay
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"Flying Solo"
I want to race the world on
swift wings home
to catch the birds
and dance
within the moments that
could pass me by
I want to grab his hand
and tell him I no longer need
his wind to guide my
pathway home
for I alone will fly from here
and fly my flight alone
by Elizabeth Azpurua
High walls and faces all around
voices crashing against my ears
and it's cold in here
Your voice so sure beside me now
and your warmth is making me calm
and your eyes draw a smile
and your freckles make me grin
I shiver a tad and you notice, you do
and your jean jacket finds its way to my arms
and I'm wrapped in your scent
and held by your warmth
and we're the only two in this room
No one will notice while lost in their world
and I won't let this stark room dismay
while I have the warmth of your unperturbed smile
and your jacket becomes my shield
keeps everything else at bay
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Flying Solo"
I want to race the world on
swift wings home
to catch the birds
and dance
within the moments that
could pass me by
I want to grab his hand
and tell him I no longer need
his wind to guide my
pathway home
for I alone will fly from here
and fly my flight alone
by Elizabeth Azpurua
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