Tip Toe

Music box in my mind,
dreamy thoughts form a dance,
twirling to the rhythm,
of imagined romance.

Pretty melodies help,
numb my tense scattered mind,
transcend through dark spaces,
flow through blank hollow times.

Memories quickly tap,
crisp natural tunes,
evaporating tales,
that smell of old perfume.

Hear uneven thunder,
stagnant tears fall like rain.
Lightning crashes my mind,
reigniting aged pain.

Basking in sunny rain,
as I sway with the breeze,
I forget who I am,
as the storms seems to freeze.

Spin to the melodies,
playing songs in my head.
The raindrops choose to stop,
as I lay on my bed.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy