Flowers Falling Over Me
Flowers are falling over me like a soft and warm rain
Doubts and sorrows dissolve like the morning fog
When the sunset light up, the blue sky
Now and forever, I will cherish joys and sorrows like a cherished treasure
None of the stars knows our destiny as a mysterious secret maze
In an endless agony, I lie amid the uncertainties
Tension and concern can be delightful like lavish rose blossoms
Beauty and lust overwhelm me
Now that the luxury of the exquisite universe blinds me
I totally give up control of my mind and my body
A sublime ecstasy of irrationality and unpredictability dominates the senses
Passions and vulnerabilities bloom like magnolia flowers
Splendid purple roses and candid white lilies fall from the sky
Stars and hopes adorn the firmament
I cannot hear my own breathing because of the roaring wind
In a surrealistic flourishing of pleasure and grief
Splintered fragments of my soul vanish in the desolation
I don’t feel any more pain
I don’t feel any more joy
Nothing can surprise me anymore
I cannot change the reality
I’m not too fond of the truth
All that I need is the illusion of a dream in an ethereal moment
In my dreams, I let go of the past
And I can giggle at the sound of the flowers falling over me.
Esther Racah