Rare

Muted voice sings in his head,
opaque lyrics go unread.
Loud blurry scenes on his mind,
imagined lines undefined.

Stardust hues form happy thoughts,
blind both eyes from wars once fought.
Comforts his head on silk sheets,
all he seeks, ego defeats.

Bright glowing beam on his face,
kiss his skin with endless grace.
Floats along, visions foreseen,
suddenly life seems serene.

Smells perfume as she arrives,
voices she hears come alive,
instantly visions feel right,
transparent thread ties them tight,.

Melts away in his deep eyes,
meets herself within his sigh.
All his soul knows, her mind sees,
turns the key so love flies free.

Together laugh day and night,
securely bask in warm light,
sharing one distinct heartbeat,
happy, whole, for once complete.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

One (Published at The Writer’s Club)

Your fingers strum my feelings,
pressing down like piano keys,
every note forms a new tune
stroking thoughtless melodies.

Your mind an endless chess game,
strategizing every move,
fumbling through my deep thoughts,
provokes me to self-improve.

Your chest is my soft pillow
that provides protective warmth,
safety shield that offers peace,
molding my dreams as they form.

Your words all sound like music,
offer my ears sheer delight,
lyrics make my spirit wander,
unmask my eyes to insight.

My dull heart reaches the sky
while engaging with your soul,
floating swiftly like paired hawks,
for the first time feeling whole.

Our wants forever fulfilled,
a deep love that never hides,
Co-creating fated futures,
where our lives can coincide.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “One” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.đź’•

Genre

Colorful romance,
true love for diverse music.
In distinctive shades.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on March 4, 2021

Pilot

I ask for source to be my guide,
and vanquish any faults it finds.
Shield my heart from indifference,
and offer me deliverance.

Protect me from, just giving up,
so I can fill all empty cups.
I always want to sense and care,
stand firm for what I feel is fair.

Walk through this path with open eyes,
not blind myself with selfish pride.
I do not want to eat alone,
and do not want a heart of stone.

Please show me how to turn my cheek,
and coat the words I dare to speak.
Allow my claws to scratch good luck,
so I bring ease where sadness struck.

Empty, alone, insufficient,
is not the way my story ends.
My light-filled soul always comes through,
evicting flaws, building me new.

Grant me strength from lessons learned,
compassion shared will be returned.
Igniting love, to watch it grow,
then set it free, follow its flow.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Originally Published on August 18, 2021

Love is

Love is like a small speck,
of light in a puffed cloud,
awakens faith’s affects,
with a pure silent vow.
A paused drop of clear peace,
that casually falls,
distant bells in the breeze,
that answer unheard calls.

Love will move deep inside,
and make hearts yearn for more,
intrusive event ride,
that clutches at the core.
It lifts spirits up high,
until joy floats around,
to abruptly stops dry,
so all hopes hit the ground.

Love hurts and also burns,
flows lava through frail veins,
as false illusions churn,
deceit laughs at the pain.
It flutters so quickly,
to reach destiny’s edge,
then brings hearts back swiftly,
with an unspoken pledge.

Love is a lit ember,
that flickers and fades,
Drizzles chills and tremors,
melts into a tough stain.
Senses create fires,
that dissolve ingrained wit,
yet all drown in desires
to return back to it.

Love is infinite light,
felt inside of the chest,
a soft touch that feels bright,
and can pass any test.
It’s the “maybe in time”,
that chases every goal,
preservation and climb,
that sprouts within each soul.

Love is felt through insight,
and at times can be seen,
it’s the dark and the light,
and the gray in between.
Eternally travels,
throughout the universe,
it lands and unravels,
to cure earth’s dire thirst.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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