What Dreams May Come

Our sprouted seeds, followed the cloak,
transforming all your hopes to smoke.
Dark tears you cried, created life,
the art you made expressed your strife.

The cloak came back, this time for me,
breaking you down, bruising your knees.
Grief filled your heart, pushed till you fell,
I fought to bring you back from hell.

You would not budge, you lost your way,
but snapped right back fearing I’d stay.
We dried our tears, ran from that place,
escaped the pit, to follow grace.

United with all we thought lost,
love does prevail as heartbeats cross.
Another chance to be reborn,
a brand new slate without a scorn.

Decide to give it one more try,
right from the start, live side by side.
This time without a space to fail,
we wave good bye as our ship sails.

True love could never be erased,
instead it grows a bit each day.
Painting fine pictures that come true,
made to shine bright for me and you.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


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


Composed of white light,
guardian of my dreams.
Protecting my nights,
while calming my screams.
Owner of my heart,
with abilities
to create fine art,
reliving each scene

He whines back the hour
in any wound clock,
then proves his powers,
destroying all locks.
To fix it again,
all effortlessly,
while clicking a pen
so consistently.

Teaches me to paint
a transparent smile,
releasing restraints
with genuine style.
He wears many wounds
from battles with life,
resembles the moon,
builds towers from strife.

Together we climb,
he sews me some wings
with silk thread and vines,
close our eyes and fling.
I learn how to fly,
secure by his side,
floating past the sky,
he cures me inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


My heart becomes a butterfly,
whenever I feel you near.
Your arms provide my comfort,
scaring off my greatest fears.
Your presence has been heaven sent,
wiping off my silent tears.
Your aura a refreshment,
making my heart bright and clear.
Your joy is contingent on mine
Your pure soul flows undefined
You point out truths showing signs
Reflective love, defying time.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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