Slightly past the edge of time,
inches from its beginnings.
Ticking clocks no longer chime,
still the world just keeps spinning.

A small spark touches the air,
brightening the thirsty sky.
Stardust flies up everywhere,
glowing as darkness gains shine.

Sleepy eye with a slow blink,
opens wide to a full moon.
Serving as a lasting link,
light and dark both dance intune.

Swaying till brightness explodes
giving life to new sunrays.
Creating new open roads,
manifesting everyday.

Nature soon appears with ease,
the breeze swims in with the rain.
Misting every growing tree
so that earth can self sustain.

Every being receives gifts,
a new page to write a tale.
Different species coexist
all together setting sail.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

The Message

A burning letter at last lands,
open it quick, quivering hands.
I take a seat, afraid to stand,
inhale each word, to understand.

A message clear from up above
received quite well, fit like a glove.
Senses within, give me a shove
then speaks to me with so much love.

“Cover your eyes so you can see,
what lays inside everybody.
Vibrations move invisibly,
mixed energies that disagree.

Mass balancing is a great need,
and empathy is a true heed,
just do your part, go plant the seeds,
then pick a few so all succeed.

Choose the pill you wish to swallow,
then look ahead, build your tomorrow.
Do not look back, let go of sorrows,
leave a bright trail others can follow.

Offering tips, so smiles can live,
erase old wounds, learn to forgive.
With lessons done, do not relive,
for what you take, make sure you give.”

I drop a tear, ego disbands,
the message heard were not demands,
nor chokeholds made of mere commands,
instead quite free like windswept sand.

I close my eyes, wisdom expands,
body and soul, become one strand.
Excited by this master plan,
euphoric hopes make each step grand.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Listen to instinct.
Trust the inner voices felt,
they serve as great guides.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


When our world is gone,
it will be too late,
to respect earth’s laws
keeping nature great.

Cutting the forest,
drowning all the seas.
Tears left to flourish,
sadness swimming free.

Pretty dove of peace,
“I can’t see you now,
have you been released?
did you break your vow?”

Traveled from a realm
beyond the bright stars.
Presence overwhelms
then flies high and far.

A quivering earth,
broken by the quakes.
Excavate your worth,
do not give, just take.

My white dove of peace
has flown off too far,
not feeling at ease
fleeing from the scars.

Kids play in the dark,
hide and seek at night,
searching for a spark
a small hint of light.

We are in a gale,
trying to be right.
Balancing the scale
if we could unite.

My pure dove of peace,
finally returned,
curing apathy
so love is discerned.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Oblivious Joy

I wish at times to
blind my eyes.
Unknow the truth
from time to time.

Enjoy a movie
as it is,
not search to see
clues held within.

I wish I would have
never seen,
what goes beyond
the in-between.

So I could live
a normal life.
Play ignorant,
create my strife.

I wish that I
could not foresee,
paths that unwind
and what will be.

So I can let fate
reel me in,
follow my bliss
focus within.

Touched by a light
so warm and bright.
It lit my sight
I gained new heights.

With opened eyes,
I searched the skies.
Infinite sighs
pulled me up high.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Be my prized guest,
come stroll with me,
on a dream quest,
magic journey.

Our hands will plant,
so wishes grant,

We will have fun
without a fear,
happily run,
laugh till eyes tear.

We will then walk
around the world,
have diverse talks
till our minds twirl.

Embrace all joys,
retaining peace,
as we enjoy
feeling so free.

Let’s hope our light
can sprout and grow,
a future bright
where auras glow.

We can unite
our souls as one,
eclipse at night
melts with the sun.

Create a dome
of priceless worth,
a valued home,
heaven on earth.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Floating Dreams

Saddle on an ocean wave,
ride it till we fly away.
Pages turn by blowing wind,
bright stars shield our shiny skin.

Crescent moon as a pillow,
bask in dreams of love we know.
Build a fort, high in the air,
balanced breezes make breaths fair.

Listen to a singing rose,
angel kisses on our nose,
vibrant rainbows paint bright views,
endless sky in shades of blue.

Break of dawn, lets blow a wish,
sunrise will let hopes flourish.
A closed portal day and night,
protecting euphoric light.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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