Warmest Dance

The shiny sun
offers a hand,
entices me
into a dance.

The warmest ray
touches my face,
tattoos my skin
fills me with grace.

A happy tune
plays in the breeze,
moving the leaves
on swaying trees.

As wild winds sweep,
whistle and chime,
form perfect beats
that can stop time.

A stage of grass,
song without words,
just sprinkled rain,
and flapping birds.

The moisture dries
mild hues shine bright,
sun fades away
bringing moonlight.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

My song

Heartbeat vibrates as it pounds.
Every new step shakes the ground.
Silent whispers float around.
Lingered rhythms felt profound.

Take my placemark center stage,
make sure everyone’s engaged.
Release my voice from its cage,
each heard lyric works as sage.

Lose myself in what I sing,
pray that inner bells will ring.
Hope that my words do not sting,
try to cut the puppet strings.

Secret wishes become facts,
slicing through unpleasant acts.
Love and light always attract
bringing balance as impact.

Leave the stage, remove my shoes,
hoping that I changed some views.
“Maybe if we share our clues,
we can find which ones are true.”

Share without judgments or hate,
allow all joys to create,
knowing inner force is great,
fly towards a brighter fate.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Why not?

What’s wrong with having fantasies?
Must we all see, to then believe?
Why must this be reality?
I rather build what I perceive!

Why can’t my life be my daydream?
Every new day would be supreme.
All human beings on the same team,
within each smile a beaming gleam.

No deceptions or need for lies,
all felt hunger would quickly die.
Each breathing life feels nature’s tie,
instinctively learns to abide.

If everyone wants to feel whole,
why can’t we break away from molds?
What would it take to free our souls,
from playing these unfulfilled roles?

Why can’t our lives consist of peace,
and everything come in with ease?
All wishes instantly received,
flying to us like a warm breeze.

Maybe if one day hearts unite,
embrace more love while ending fights,
a new world can arise so bright,
transforming darkness into light.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


I beg myself to make a mark,
my shadowed fears play in the dark.
I know that I could light the spark,
but hesitance builds whispered barks.

Clumsy vigor loses its pace,
running quickly while still in place.
Pray for the slightest touch of grace,
so I do not fall on my face.

Ease the tension off my shoulders,
standing tall, while feeling bolder.
My inner strength slowly smolders,
steering fate as the beholder.

Every new step carries great force,
a serene peace flows through each course.
Focus my view like a racehorse,
creating moves, guided by source.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Silver lakes with golden dust,
made to remove, tarnished rust.
Take a dip and be surprised,
every trouble is revised.

Warm bright lights shine deep below,
look around awed by the glow.
Suddenly energy grows,
laying free, feeling the flow.

Hear the breeze whisper a song,
close my eyes and feel so strong.
Miracles slowly appear,
as all answers become clear.

Mystical euphoric rays,
mists wise eye, removing haze.
Opens up powerful force,
true connection with pure source.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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