Silent darkness lay among the garden of dreams and nightmares,
Illusions and chimaeras blossomed into alluring flowers,
Under the sight of a dark night sky studded with stars.
Solemn promises of failed loves and altered desires were the guardians of this sacred alcove,
A garden immersed in a silent darkness.
Moonlight glimmered, illuminating the scene with a spectral glow,
Casting shadows that moved with a ghostly grace.
Fragments of forgotten vows were scattered through the still air,
As the past intertwined itself with the present.
Each petal was exhausted by the burden of memories,
Infuse with the fragrance of longing and regret.
The trees loomed eternal, their branches like skeletal arms,
Reaching out to caress the fabric of the night.
In this garden, time halted to flow,
Instants frozen in a fragile web.
Dreams entangled with nightmares,
Creating an ethereal veil of beauty and despair.
A mild breeze stirred the leaves of decay,
A sigh of the universe manifesting in the dark night.
A wind that carried the essence of lost yearnings,
Revealing secrets to those who dared to imagine fantasy worlds.
Beneath the ancient oak, a stone throne lay,
Weathered by the passage of countless seasons.
It kept the marks of periods of solace and delight,
In the embrace of the garden’s silent refuge.
The stars above bore a timeless glint,
Glimpses of the tales created in this secret place.
They shimmered like distant lanterns,
Guiding daring wandered through the labyrinth of dreams.
Silent darkness obscured the night,
A solitary warder of the fragile beauty.
It draped the garden in an eternal silence,
Holding its enigmas in the chasms of the night.
The secret garden was the dwelling of dreams and nightmares,
Where delusions and mirages flourished,
Silent darkness lingered as a timeless protection of an invisible realm.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
