Blue Bird Poem by Gerald Sedillo

Birds with their coats azure
sing of the leaves, their ode the song.
Flies so quicly, time's strife
can't catch her; flight is what assures.
Bugs, nor worms or the wrong
can slow her headlong chase for life.

How much still can I bear
the free, the beautiful blue jay?
Holding her in hands of
soft velvet; would she know I car?
Cages brought her much sway
into her heart; freedom above.

Past times stabbed their knives in
her pained soul. I want to warm her sleep.
Not to cage but to hold
within and outside, no chagrin.
Beauty captured me deep
and I am had, hostage so told.

Little blue bird, please sing
the song, songs of the better times.
Melodies like fresh pie
flowing so free; my ears to cling.
Fly to me, hear the chimes
now. So fly with me, just you and I.