A night fantasy discloses secrets and enigmas,
In the darkness of the night,
When dreams come true.
Whenever the night falls,
Longings appear as imperishable lights,
Faraway from the world of squalid reality.
Dead leaves fall on the soil made of lush,
Wonders and splendour attend the display of a starry night.
A night fantasy is like a monument to beauty and sublime,
In which time and space no longer rule.
In this fantastic realm, the roots of cruelty and egotism don’t feed any garden,
Whose flowers and trees breathe freely the pure essence of love and amusement,
And only the whispers of eternity remain.
In this tranquil abode where shadows weave,
An aura of myths that time can not reclaim,
The moon’s pale glow caresses the earth,
And dreams run away like ethereal birds,
In a sky that knows no boundaries or despair.
Within this haven, sorrow finds no place,
Nor does the agony of unfulfilled desires,
Since each moment is a crystal of delight,
Caught in the silver web of night’s embrace.
The gentle winds sing ancient lullabies,
Stirring the clouds with soft and mystic grace.
The night’s enchantment knows no end,
As beauty’s spirit wanders through the dark,
Disclosing the world’s secrets, sacred heart.
Each star is a lantern of forgotten lore, Illuminating paths unseen by day’s harsh gaze.
Beneath this spell, reality itself fades away,
And only the truth of the night’s fantasy remains,
Where every heartbeat resounds vanishes in the night’s silent harmony,
And the dreams wander through obscure realms,
Embracing the enchantment that forever belongs.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
