Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: butterflies

  • Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time slipped like sand in the ocean
    Silence amplified my thoughts
    I got lost
    Wandering endlessly in a quest for forgetfulness and balderdash
    Since the day I surrendered to chaos and oddities
    I’ve never realised the intention of my fate
    Without any concern about my purposes

    Whenever I looked at the sky there was always something missing inside my heart
    Maybe it was
    Perhaps it was not
    Or would I have been destined to oblivion?
    Confused while I was tasting the bitter nectar of awareness
    I didn’t pay any attention to my pathway

    That I was lost I knew not
    All I could perceive was the sight of a crimson aura all around me and a prosperous garden of splendid crimson roses
    Ravens and crows were flying all around me together with magnificent butterflies

    Time slipped like sand
    And there was no mirror where I could see an image of myself
    It was like my countenance was invisible to every silver surface
    Nonetheless, my real delight relied on the trepidation of my slumber
    During which I strove to touch the stars while I was vexed by the gloomy clouds

    Abruptly the mysterious songs of nocturnal birds woke me up
    Did I know where I was?
    I believe not and it didn’t even matter to me
    The foremost commodity was that the time slipped like sand in the emptiness
    I had forgotten the voices of anthropoids and their shadows didn’t bother me anymore
    Fortunately for me

    I was fortunate to discover that I had got lost in the wilderness of my dreams
    Indeed, I didn’t need to follow any path any longer
    For I was now more than ever unburdened from both my past and my future
    The candles of expectation had gone out
    The sparkles of desires and love had been swallowed by the night that whispered my name no more.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Obliviousness Of Dreams

    The Obliviousness Of Dreams

    The obliviousness of dreams as a vanishing vision,
    In the silent whispers of the night,
    Where shadows dance through the soft moonlight,
    In realms where stars blaze with secret flames.

    Beneath the veil of slumber’s grace,
    Where time and space lose their place,
    Darkness wanders through a boundless space,
    Hunting desires and dreams free to chase.

    The echoes of a forsaken elegy,
    In nightmares, they softly drift along,
    A gasp, both faint and strong,
    Where lost enigmas feel they truly belong.

    Mountains rise, and rivers bend,
    In lands where imagination can extend,
    A kingdom where sorrows strive to find an end,
    And the broken eternity begins to mend.

    In shadows cast by towering trees,
    Butterflies glide upon the mystic breeze,
    In oblivion, no place for truths with ease,
    Lost in realms where falsehoods tease.

    The longings became enslaved of grief,
    At night, they appear so quickly,
    In shadowed halls where sighs roam free,
    Whose presence brings only silent glee.

    The obliviousness of dreams, so pure,
    Where every ailment finds its cure,
    A place where all is unstable and unsure,
    In a gentle, endless adventure.

    When dawn arrives, with the dimness so light,
    Dispelling dreams in morning’s sight,
    In the realms of night, luminaries gleam with gentle sway,
    While dreams dissolve and fade away.

    A cherished thought and a golden beam,
    A memory of the nightly stream,
    In the obliviousness where dreams convene,
    Lost in a world where illusions intervene.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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