Reaching You in a Tree

"Reaching Out"

My knowledge comes from the edge of my hands
these fingers, not plans
my learning
where beauty and prose
meet purpose; I chose
to learn through reaching
out my hand
to know
the world

5/20/13

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"Cardinal in my Tree"

There was this sight that I did see

Inside the leaves of the willow tree

A flash of red, what else could it be

But a cardinal in my favorite tree?

With feathers of red to catch my eye

And remind me of hopes from by and by

That little bird in my favorite tree

I should like to paint in ink on me

Inside the leaves of the willow tree

To remind me of hope for you and me 

5/13/13

 

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"Be You"

give them a reason to stare
they'll stare anyway
give them a reason to talk
they'll talk anyway
they'll waste their time behind your back
so give them a reason so they won't lack
with things to say
and ways to pray
for your troubled soul they marked as such
and said you have gotten out of touch
and said you have fallen down a hole
and they all pray for your damned soul
give them a reason to stare
they will always stare away
give them a reason to talk
they'll waste time talking all day
but don't you worry your heart now
be who you are now

5/1/13

By: Elizabeth Azpurua


 

Sorcery

Hold aloft the candle and just let it flicker out
you're the wind in the willows
and the spreading of my doubt
then you cradle me, tenderly
before you let me fall endlessly

Your whispering words from beguiling lips
weave stories 'round me
of truth that does not exist
Brush my hair away softly
with fingers untrustworthy

The hands inside your pockets hide the sin
of stolen love and innocence
you had always hoped to win
Your eyes are hiding sorcery
Your days are numbered over me

Just lock my doors and shut me out
inside your garden blooming in doubt
I shall sit inside these darkened days

Your woven lies and bag of tricks
discarded with blown out candle wicks
testify to the error of your ways

Silently I'll fall endlessly
from your hands of sorcery

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

I am Happiness

I'm a fading sun

like a dying day

The weeping willow

and the lonely bay

I'm a little vessel

adrift at sea

I'm the lonely hilltop

and the silent breeze

I am just a will o' the wisp

you always try to follow

I disappear before you reach me

And if you should try to capture me, you won't

I'm never fully here at all

I'm that shooting star

you never see

Whether near or far

you cannot find me

I am the illusive creature

of the deep

That one treasure sought for

you'll never keep

I am like a little vessel

adrift at sea

I am a spider's thread

you cannot see

But still you come for me...

I'm still the will o' the wisp

you try to follow

I'll disappear before you reach me

And if you try to capture me, you won't

I'm never fully here at all

I'm the mountain tall

you cannot climb

I am the bridge to cross

you cannot find

I am the dragonfly

you'll never ride

and the weeping willow

where I hide

Like the fading sun

I'm the dying day

A lonely hill

or a lonely bay

I'm that dream you never seem to have

And yet you keep on trying to

But I'm the will o' the wisp

you shouldn't follow

I like to disappear before you reach me

And I'll never, ever let you catch me

For I'm never fully here at all

By Elizabeth Azpurua