A storm of forsaken longings overwhelmed my humble slumber in a torrid night
I lost myself in the garden of daring dreams
I proceeded to embrace my transformation
I became a creature of the night and the custodian of the most secret enigmas of the stars
So dazzlingly dark the night sky had become
That I forgot every dream of mine
A lullaby enchanted me and I dared not feel any anguish
Unaware of what wisdom could have taught me
While I lived on the scent of the flowers of illusion
Willing to come to be a bloom blushing under the moonlight
A storm of forsaken longings appeared in my night dreams
As if I were bound to an endless labyrinth of delusional enthusiasm
Whenever a bitter apprehension emerged like a ghost, it made me feel like a seashell made of sand and wind
Under the influence of all the whims of my unsteady fate
Hence, I felt the urge to embrace my chaos and vulnerability
Although I was fragile like a snowflake
I never ceased to endure the challenges of my destiny
So much I had coveted to take a look at the crystal orb retaining all the riddles of my future
That I wished to be a witch ruling the realms of the sea and sky
I had always questioned all the mirrors encountered in my quest to discover my true self
I really yearned to catch a glimpse of my real image
But I have never been allowed to rest my gaze on those silver surfaces
I had become a mystery to myself
I never made an acquaintance with my soul
And my heart could have known more than me what I truthfully was
Even when the ocean breeze had whispered my name, I couldn’t understand what the great mystery of existence was.
I felt infinite and finite at the same time.
An everlasting flame embodied my passions, which not even the most fierce storm could ever extinguish.
No forsaken longings.
Only crimson roses blooming under a starry sky.
Elisabetta Esther