Sad dreams in the middle of a sleepless night,
When silence ruled the realm of sounds,
And the darkness was the only companion in the nocturnal fate,
Faraway from tranquillity and joy.
Sad thoughts provoked teardrops falling like a nighttime rain shower,
Lost dreams became remembrances of chimaeras echoing their defeat.
In an eternal dreamlike night, the clouds of illusions hid the pale countenance of the sombre moon,
Which was jealous of the gleaming happiness of the stars,
And the infinite void stared at the sky with a sense of wonder and uncertainty.
Visions that belonged to an imaginary universe appeared like phantoms of desires and passions that were never meant to exist in the real world.
The infinite nothingness concealed enigmas with sorrow and dread,
Every reminiscence became a shadow, and every hope was extinguished by the coldness of the emptiness.
Vast and oppressive utopias were the domains where the soul wandered desperately,
Seeking consolation from the decayed ruins of broken oaths.
And even in these forsaken lands, glooms clung to every dream,
Betrayal etched itself into the fabric of love and devotion,
Into a labyrinth of despair, where fragments of failure carved their mark,
Souls were bound to an endless cycle of anguish and regret.
Dreamers were burdened by the consequence of invisible chains of betrayal and disloyalty,
They moved as though wading through rivers of ink and sand.
The stars dimmed their gleam, offering no guidance,
While the moon turned its pale face away in quiet disdain.
The storm’s gusts carried the lament of epochs past,
Their wails pierced the ethereal veil of endless nights.
Are dreams supposed to perish, or do they live on in the dark, forsaken and unseen?
Esther Elizabeth Racah
