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

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  1. Lovely poem, Grace. When I read the title, I immediately thought of a Robin Williams movie released in 1998 of the same title. All in all, it was beautiful also.

  2. Decide to give it one more try.. that’s the true love. Never give up. Well done, Grace πŸ‘ŒπŸ’πŸ’–

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