Blow a kiss,
wishes fly high.
Reminisce,
inwardly sigh.
Pound upon,
a concrete wall.
Bliss is drawn,
peaceful hues fall.
Lyrics land,
in eager ears.
Blind faith stands,
to conquer fears.
Run so far,
no time to pack.
A bright star,
lights up dark cracks.
Close eyes tight,
thoughts sail away.
Pure insight,
guides everyday,
Boat through space,
taste awareness.
Touch of grace,
dreams of Venice.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 206 October 02 , 2023
