Shells of reveries in the quiet silence of the night,
Unreachable places that don’t exist anymore but in ethereal memories,
Shattered dreams lingering behind shadows.
Still reveries, once vivid, now grown dim,
Like ghostly whispering on the wind,
Glimmering weakly in twilight’s grasp,
Lost in time, they slipped and rasped.
Soundless images faded into the emptiness,
In the dimming light of forgotten places,
Where happiness once rang clear and bright,
Now, only sorrow haunted the night.
Echoes of bliss once demure,
Now but spectres, obscure,
Haunted the corners of the imagination,
Leaving emptiness behind.
In the crypt of broken memoirs,
Where each dream might have been the last,
Skeletons of memories lay,
In the graveyard of goodbye.
Intricate threads of fate in the silent abyss,
Where memories faded,
And nightmares were the relentless thieves behind shadows of longings,
While stole moments wove grief.
Castles in the air became ruins of despair,
As midnight’s secrets hid behind a mosaic of stars in a forgotten sky,
At the echoes of tales of tears and sighs,
Fading slowly into the moonlight.
Relics of memories etched in the sand,
Were washed away by time’s burden,
In the gentle rise and fall of life’s tide,
Everything that once was whole is now fragmented.
Whispers of ancient times were faint and frail,
Like petals of autumn that drifted in the gale,
In the infinite chasm, they dwelt,
Forsaken and erased from the memory of the emptiness.
The abyss of eternity swallowed everything into oblivion,
Where existence faded into the endless expanse.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
