A dream of solitude in the immensity of the void,
Like silent screams that faded away in the storm of darkness,
In a realm where everything was upside down,
And passions were repressed by a frigid wind of indifference.
In the stillness of the night,
Fearless dreams strived to rule the magic world of fantasy,
Flowing like an impetuous stream,
Emotions bloomed like nocturnal flowers.
Everything was so close and so far, at the same time,
The cold of the night attempted to freeze pulsing hearts in vain,
What could have happened in the future,
That was an arcane secret.
Shadows swirled in the magnificent garden of forgotten hopes,
Where memories lay buried beneath
the weight of time,
Like ancient relics entangled in thorns,
Like unspoken words and broken promises,
as if the very atmosphere exhaled sorrow.
Dreaming was wandering through twisted paths,
It was like getting lost in the labyrinth of unending despair,
When blazing desires of light that once shone in distant days,
But finding only the pale glow of a dying moon.
Time seemed to fold upon itself, an eternal twilight
where neither daybreak nor dusk could find its place.
In the eerie stillness, whispers danced like phantoms,
telling tales of love that perished in the void.
In that darkness, no faint flicker could have endured,
Indeed, every spark of light was defied by the overwhelming night.
Every longing was a fragile dream clinging to the edge of oblivion,
And ready to fade away into the infinite void.
And so, utopias continued to exist for the eternity,
The firmament shone because of the numerous stars that were glowing in it,
Only for illusionary instants of time,
Their light deceiving those who gazed above,
Promising dreams that would fade with the dawn.
The night was a canvas of shadows and lies,
And hope was a flicker soon swallowed by the dark,
Now, a dream of solitude was shattered like a frail crystal.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
