Laments in oblivion faded away like ephemeral tears,
Becoming crystal gems caught in the night’s dark mirror,
Where dreams lingered, fragile, on fleeting gusts of wind,
And relinquished fragments of hope were bound to a silent death eternally.
Darkness reigned over the realm of light;
No eternal flame granted lasting life,
While sorrow bled from noiseless abysses,
Where forgotten hearts wept in silence and despair.
The moon’s cruel glow was a mournful gaze,
Illuminating all that was forsaken, lost in haze.
Each tear became a star, each sigh a spark,
Vanishing gently into the infinite dark.
Spectres swung on a temporal precipice;
Memories tarnished, turned into mere dusted rhymes.
Radiant longings became dimmed and pale,
And, in the chasms of silence, unveiled their tales.
Ethereal glares and gentle cries of dismay—
They belonged to the realm of stupor.
Laments in oblivion were the only vestiges that lasted when remembrances died,
Tormenting dreams beneath the moonlit skies.
Dark clouds moved sombre and ominous,
Crossing skies that never encountered vexation.
Wanderers hovered among the glooms,
Guided by phantoms in slumber and reverie.
Sorrow and delight entwined together,
In a languor that let the desolate trees weep.
Lovelorn, broken hearts, once blazing and bright,
Danced their last waltz in the smothering night.
Faint glimmers flickered and swiftly withdrew,
As the night devoured, each spectral hue.
Memories withered like extinguished flames,
Leaving only the ash of forgotten names.
The stars lay imprisoned within the abyss of nothingness,
Bound by eternity’s sorrowful plight.
Clinging to remnants of fading light,
Such glimmers dissolved into shadows in a deathly sleep.
Laments in oblivion were consumed by the night,
Hidden in shadows, beyond all light.
Gone to silence, lost to the night,
Drifting softly from mortal sight.
Esther Elizabeth Racah