Curtains

When life is done, if memories last,
I will hold the good times from my past.
Fond memories, of carried smiles,
euphoric flurries, when laughs ran wild.

Every old road will become slides,
bright carnivals, packed with fun rides,
Possessions owned, now left behind,
for all I worked, I earned my pride.

All lessons learned, fly from their jars,
light up the sky, form shiny stars.
The ugly times will then be buried,
as my soul clears without a worry
.

Until that day, I will live well,
creating tales others can tell.
Open my eyes to read my story,
close them once more, relive the glory.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Unveil

Is there a dark truth,
hidden before our eyes?
A deep mystery,
most will love to deny?
Is there a shadow,
lurking for full control?
Are heavy anchors,
grasping desperate souls
?

This world is complex,
tough to truly explain.
Always evolving,
but somehow stays the same.
Searching for the truth,
through a great masters lense.
Knowledge is power
offering a defence.

Is life what it seems,
receive all that we take?
Or maybe perceived,
living through what we make?
Will answers appear,
if we patiently wait?
Are all answers good,
if they are left to fate?

This life is a gift,
an adventure with thrills.
Clutching to our hopes,
swallowing like a pill.
Consciousness defined,
by thoughts known as real,
without facts outlined,
guided by what we feel.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Iris

Mauve colored filled dreams
haunt my distant mind,
soothing the pressures
encaged deep inside
.

Lavender flowers
hold lilac bouquets,
tied intricate knot
secures this display
.

Iris enhancements,
perfumed by your hues.
Purple winged angel,
garland made for you
.

Free amethyst thoughts
that shine in the sky,
in my heart you lay,
reading with my eyes
.

Magenta now leads,
with no lie unseen.
At peace with knowing
you live within me
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Remembrance

A glowing spark
fills up the air.
I see your light
in every stare
.

Presence exudes
a stardust hue.
Droplets of you
create my view.


I search above
fluorescent stars,
to feel your wink
when you are far.

I see your smile
light up the sky.
A mystic ache
swells up my eyes.

A deep sorrow
stands in my throat.
You are now gone
I hold your coat.

Shadow my thoughts
I feel you near.
Never alone
this day each year
.

– Grace Y. Estevez









Balanced

A hallow storm angry and scared,
cried out enraged but no one cared.
Created pains left to repair,
erasing times no longer there.

Passive sun rays appeared to see,
the storm was hurt and felt lonely.
Shining on it, no guarantee,
as an attempt to stop the spree.

No words were said, offered a hug,
In hopes the storm would feel a tug.
Sun showed it cared by giving love,
calming storm down with warmer snugs.

Storm was surprised to see sun near,
a silent cheer dried up her tears.
Sun held her close removing fears,
emitting light so storm could clear.

Storm was happy to find a friend,
opened her heart so they could blend.
Knowing full well sorrows can mend,
infinite bonds will never end.

– Grace Y. Estevez




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