In hollow nights when the stars dared not shine,
Dreams wandered through hidden mazes, lost in the pine of yearning.
The aura, full of gloom and despair,
Bore witness to nightmares that haunted every tear.
The moon, a mere phantom, cast shadows so pale,
Illuminated paths where memories wailed.
Each rustle of leaves echoed tales of the past,
Of elation that lingered, of joy that would not last.
I trod lightly on secret spells, each tale hid behind a soft sigh,
In the silence that wrapped me, I could only comply.
The darkness embraced me, a cloak worn so tight,
As I was lost through the remnants of a once-bright night.
The trees stood like sentinels, guarding the pain,
Of lovers long lost and the tears that remained.
Their branches, like fingers, reached out to the moon,
As if begging for solace, a fleeting tune.
In the heart of the night, where shadows conspired,
I sought out the devotion of a long-dead fire.
But the embers lay cold, buried under the frost,
A reminder of passion, of the love that was lost.
And yet, in this hollow, a strange harmony I found,
In the stillness that lingered, a gentle, soothing sound.
Since the hollow nights were filled with the past,
A labyrinth made of memories gathered.
So I wandered through Twilight, embraced by the night,
In the hollow of silence, my dreams faded under invisible clouds,
Each gust of wind was a ghost of delight,
In the desolate nights where the stars dared not shine.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
