Whimsical raindrops,
fall upon her head,
ignite dreams that pop,
feed thoughts that were dead.
Takes hold of her soul,
melts the hardened mold.
Sheds light on the old,
exceeds with control.
Opens mind apart,
so she can receive.
Deciphering hearts,
are hard to deceive.
Quenches dire thirst,
from cold fears and worries.
Warm amber lights burst,
to create glories.
Subconscious is free,
shadows stand in place.
Angelic song keys,
fill abyss with grace.
Spirit protected,
with pure divine love.
Interconnected,
on land and above.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy