Oblivious desires hid beneath the starred sky,
Nonsense from the clouds of voluptuous dreams,
Becoming nightmares of an endless night spent in the labyrinth of darkness,
Love and death were entwined like roses and thorns.
Magic mirages were a transcendent wisp,
Illusions faded with the breaking dawn,
Phantasms that weathered on the edges of reality,
Vanishing like shadows when the light was drawn.
The moon whispered secrets to the silent sea,
As waves crashed with a mournful melody,
Lost souls wandered in the twilight’s embrace,
Seeking consolation in the echoes of a forgotten cry.
How indifferent were the stars to every earthly plight,
Glimmering coldly in their distant domain,
Witnessing the folly of mortal yearnings,
As dreams dissolved into the night again.
Oblivion embraced those who dared to dream and forget,
In the realm where light and shadow met,
Their desires, ephemeral as morning mist,
Vanished in the twilight, bittersweet.
The labyrinth’s passages recounted tales,
Of love lost in the periods of time,
Where roses wilted and thorns remained,
In the garden of memories and regrets, so hauntingly sublime.
Beneath the luminaries’ indifferent gaze,
Hope flickered like a candle’s flame,
Destined to be devoured by the obscurity,
Although burning brightly anyway.
In the end, the dusk claimed everything,
Dreams and desires, love and strife,
Leaving only the silence of eternity,
In the labyrinth of the endless nights.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
