Hypothetical Dreams

Hypothetical Dreams

As faint and golden glares stroke me
I think about a peaceful instant when I can fly away in my hypothetical dreams
Now and then I can be myself without pretending to be someone else
Someone I am not, and I will never be
Far from society pretences and hypocritical conventions
Musical notes reach into my soul, which is a convergence of several temperaments
Wondering how many ways I can live parallel lives
Wondering how many ways I can detach myself from this foolish reality
Because I live in my imaginary and hypothetical dreams
And I’m trapped in a safe hideout
Hiding is the only way I can protect myself
Disappearing in the vastness of the universe
Fragile dreams like thin crystals, which are gleaming in the moonlight
Being my soul a frail fractal of an imaginary universe of stars
Lost in abandon and oblivion once my only companion is the solitude
Now that it is useless to be thoughtful and considerate
Now that I am not anymore my past self
I’m different versions of myself
It is never too late to discover an unusual and astonishing introspectiveness
Delight and sorrow wrap my soul as I touch purple roses
Lusting for their beauty and purity
I can rest forever in my cruel and hypothetical dreams
Now that the stars whisper in the luxuriant firmament.

Ever and ever thine own
Esther Racah

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