Another place,
another time,
presence so rare,
also divine,
searching around
watching time fly,
creating stars,
painting the sky.

So far away,
a different land,
colorful days,
spent counting sand,
heartbeats well set,
emotions ran,
formed destinies
within each hand.

A distinct season,
in a new world,
with many reasons
to dance and twirl,
the beaming sun
shimmers and swirls,
warms up the land,
brightness unfurls.

Delicate hues,
kiss infant eyes,
exposing truths,
that feel so wise.
Gifts of clear views
are then applied,
mystical dew,
form future shine

.- Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Do problems leave when senses close?
Our minds can see the unexposed.
Feelings can hear beyond disclosed,
perceptions build to then propose.

Can hearts still break if left alone?
Harden in time, turn into stone.
Form what is real from the unknown,
preventing love from being shown.

Will tears cascade with eyes shut tight?
Sealed so aligned, no room for light.
Inner warmness kiss with insight,
eyes gleam with joy, fulfilled so bright.

Do carried scents transport through time?
Happy tastebuds will clap and chime.
Guiding the soul through major climbs,
floating to when moments are prime.

Can spirits wake with just one touch?
Ego’s firm grip will free its clutch.
Highlighting life with a paintbrush,
every new day, built bright and lush.

Will silent voices softly sing?
Euphoric tones make all ears ring.
Peaceful enchantments slowly cling,
providing answers wrapped in wings.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Inner Strength

An aura that is dignified
with all actions solidified.
All tears that fall are crystalized,
leaving onlookers mystified.

A presence that is whimsical,
Beyond anything physical.
Perplexing the most cynical
An ever growing miracle.

Swallow it whole, feel it inside,
filling heart up with inner pride.
Smile becomes wide, walk with a stride,
twinkling glow that can not hide.

All questions asked, hear a reply,
great sense of wisdom within eyes.
Forming a whole from distinct sides,
anchors all fall, true self floats high.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Swimming in the vast blue sky,
feel a twinkle in my eyes.
Swallowing golden sunlight,
floating soul reaches new heights.

Whimsical vibrating sounds,
sparkling hues dance in the clouds.
Joyful gifts flying around,
swaying chimes whispering loud.

Gentle breezes kiss my skin,
caressing touch makes me swing.
Angels voices softly sing,
feathery unfurling wings.

Graze my head giving insight,
gratitude carries delight,
absorbed love shining so bright,
knowing all will be alright.

– Grace y. Estevez – Reddy

Breezy Flow

Finding words to disguise
all the purest emotions,
captured deep in the mind
forming tales of devotion.

As each day passes by
bringing peace or commotion.
Looking into the sky,
staring into the ocean.

Closing both heavy eyes,
erasing every notion.
Fluttered wishes float high,
a self-formed locomotion.

Deep inside feelings fly,
creating an implosion.
Twinkling stars shining bright,
universal explosion.

Sensing both wrong and right,
setting balance to motion.
What a beautiful sight,
knowing peace has been chosen.

Hopes as high as a kite,
constant inner promotion.
Guiding souls towards light,
warming hearts that were frozen,

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Light and darkness
in a dance,
feeling sweetness
in romance.
Putting harshness
in a trance,
removes distress
from their stance.

Light and darkness
bringing balance
by design.
Paint the canvas
gray defined.
Softened hardness
made divine.

Light and darkness
merge as one,
without protest
all have won.
Steady progress
has begun,
shining brightness
like the sun.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Infinite Presence

What do you see
in both you and me?
Quick reflections,
set old views free.
Complex judgements
or a simple test,
satisfy thirst,
tired eyes deserve rest.

Capture great pain
with extending hands,
speaking the truths
most misunderstand.
Forget my name
and all that I am,
cry on weak knees
while shouting demands.

Infinite light
flows swift forever,
guiding free will
through all endeavors.
Teach to let go
so hearts and dreams fly.
sealed together
while fluttering high.

Wise eyes that see,
shed sorrows and cry,
regaining faith
gives life a new try.
Climb a ladder
leading past the sky,
increase wisdom
as each day goes by.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Her slips and falls
caused many laughs,
disdained by all,
she changed her path.

Led by instinct,
turned left to right,
each step distinct,
emitting light.

Feeling unsure
but not for long,
she felt assured
her soul steered strong.

A mountain top
headed uphill.
Finally stopped
to then sit still.

Great pictures flashed
before her eyes,
explained her crash
and reason why.

Exposed her to
how life should be,
clearing her view,
set her heart free.

She took a stand
fulfilled with grace.
A faithful hand
caressed her face.

Composed each day
hearing her guides.
Love leads the way
source by her side.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Lucid Dream

A mirrored screen
for all to see,
of old life scenes
once formed by me.

One special dream,
that came to be.
My soul a beam
of energy.

Drops of extreme
and anchored keys,
created schemes
while stealing peace.

My heartbeat screamed
in agony,
killed self-esteem
brought apathy.

Alone at sea
drowned the disease.
While feeling free
reached clarity.

Gained empathy,
my spirit gleamed.
Shined brilliantly
the past redeemed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


A sip of coffee with sweet foam
brings me to my childhood home.
Scents and flavors interweave
playful thoughts kept me naive.

Mystical nights on the phone,
magical days of unknowns,
chose pretend and make-believe,
painted world my eyes conceived.

A gulp of water twist of lime,
brings me back to present times,
offering all I can give,
forming the life I will live.

Obtain all the goals I crave,
heartbeats strong, feeling so brave,
knowing all actions I see,
are directed back to me.

A guzzle of pure love and light
transports me to a bright sight.
Sparkles twinkle on my face,
formless body kissed with grace.

All good things will follow through,
build the stories pick and choose,
ask a question, build a view,
then examine what I drew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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