Dizzy raindrops,
on my head.
A tin rooftop,
comfy bed.
Whispers music
in my ears.
Therapeutic
cleansing tears.
Bite lower lip,
deep in thought.
Memory trip,
lessons taught.
Inner laughter
tickles soul,
ever after
happy goals.
Visualize smiles,
close both eyes,
intentions pile,
dreams arise.
Relaxation,
soothes my pores.
Jubilation,
opens doors.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy