Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: celestial imagery

  • Teardrops In The Desert

    Teardrops In The Desert

    Teardrops in the desert of chaos and vulnerability were striking my face while the imperious sun was staring at me with its searing light, on the verge of overwhelming me.

    The long summer nights allowed me to indulge in extravagant fantasies since I had always been fond of dreams and rainbows. But, nevertheless, I couldn’t help myself from finding the right direction.

    The sun gave its place to the luminaries of the firmament, and I could perceive the feeble light of a lantern far away floating in the enchanted forest of my impossible dreams.

    I became a shadow of the night and I could see the stars in their eyes, as if I were their celestial companion in the lonely nightfall. Teardrops in the desert metamorphosed into sighs and whispers in the deepest night of my life.

    Without hesitation, I was tempted to embrace the chaos which was embedded in my heart, now that every delusional longing had departed from my dwelling. Hence, I strove for a stance on my fate, but I couldn’t see anything in my crystal ball.

    Even the tarot cards refused to spell the truth, although I had interrogated them so many times as the number of stars. My hymns had been cast away from me as punishment for my quest to obtain that certitude that I never acquired.

    Teardrops in the desert beneath my beloved moon flew like impetuous rivers at the sight of the twilight. Might I have been a brilliant star or a shy planet, I knew not. All I knew inside my heart was the sensation of a precarious destiny.

    As invisible as I became and as untouchable as I pretended to be, I melted in the forest of thoughts and fears as an untamed creature of my own realm made of fantastic dreams and fancy illusions.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Beyond The Starry Sky

    Beyond The Starry Sky

    Beyond the starry sky of the night, there was a realm of rainbows and glistening chimaeras
    Where I fled secretly every time I felt the weight of reality heavy like a hefty anchor on my chest
    All that I wished for myself was to be free like an ethereal flying creature, and possess the privilege to greet the stars and their gloomy companions, the clouds
    Rain fell all over me, leaving a bitter taste of shadows and darkness
    While I was wandering free and untamed
    Wherever I could find a spark of oddity and chaos
    Following the trail of my illusions that might have caused me to lose myself

    I knew not the purpose of my bizarre journey in the realm of dreams and desires
    Beyond the starry sky, I could only fall in love with my own chimaeras, blossoming like flowers from my infinite fantasy
    I lived exclusively in my imagination, and c I could avoid embracing my detachment from the factual world, made of cynicism and wickedness
    I didn’t consider myself part of the empirical world of humans, where dreams were locked up in cold and rusty chests
    Far from my heart and essence, the earthly inhabitants were standing like remote beings
    I wouldn’t ever allow them to touch my aura with their stares

    Beyond the starry sky, the night manifested itself as a magnificent and daunting expanse of darkness
    I wished so much I could be made of darkness and stars
    And live endlessly like an ethereal, ephemeral and evanescent creature hovering over the nocturnal ocean
    Although the stars and the moon shone so bright to illuminate the whole sky
    Making everything seem radiant and like a fairy tale

    Beyond the starry sky, I had found my magic dwelling
    Where darkness and starlight entwined as one
    And every chimaera kept a fragment of my soul through the infinite abyss of eternity.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Forest Of Desires And Dreams

    The Forest Of Desires And Dreams

    The forest of desires and dreams
    An imaginary place existing only in the night
    When my unconsciousness dazzled me, and I had my excuse to embrace every kind of oddity
    Silence couldn’t hush my fantasies
    On the contrary, every fantastic daydream was a gift that the darkness granted me
    Although humans were far from my horizon
    Since the very first day, I had been cast away from their cynical empire made of metal and pollution
    I always felt like a creature made of stars and flowers
    My superpower was inside myself and in the celestial garden that surrounded me all the time
    I became a fairy hovering in the gardens of mysteries and enchantments
    Reality existed only in my dreams day and night
    And I nullified the time that didn’t exist anymore in my realm of sparkling beauty
    Soft melodies enchanted all my fears fiercely
    And I lost every trace of anguish in my heart
    I was fearless and unapologetically insolent
    Midnight unlocked every portal to mythical worlds, only for me
    I had always been under the spell of my own deceptions
    Which didn’t allow me to recover my wisdom
    The scent of extravagant fruits and nocturnal flowers captivated me
    I kept the belief of never desisting in my bizarre journey
    The forest of desires and dreams was my delight
    Whenever the stars enlightened my path
    Each dream of mine manifested in the shape of comets and rainbows
    As I breathed, my heart became bewitched by all the moonlight
    While I never ceased to pursue my quest for treasure chests replenished with glimmering hopes
    I evolved into an enigmatic oddity
    So eccentric and full of impossible dreams
    Nevertheless, frailty never left me
    And the forest of my desires and dreams disappeared like an evanescent cloud in the night sky
    In a realm without sunlight but with a steady and rebellious moonlight
    Where everything was magic
    For eternity and beyond.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A storm of forsaken longings overwhelmed my humble slumber in a torrid night
    I lost myself in the garden of daring dreams
    I proceeded to embrace my transformation
    I became a creature of the night and the custodian of the most secret enigmas of the stars
    So dazzlingly dark the night sky had become
    That I forgot every dream of mine
    A lullaby enchanted me and I dared not feel any anguish
    Unaware of what wisdom could have taught me
    While I lived on the scent of the flowers of illusion
    Willing to come to be a bloom blushing under the moonlight

    A storm of forsaken longings appeared in my night dreams
    As if I were bound to an endless labyrinth of delusional enthusiasm
    Whenever a bitter apprehension emerged like a ghost, it made me feel like a seashell made of sand and wind
    Under the influence of all the whims of my unsteady fate
    Hence, I felt the urge to embrace my chaos and vulnerability
    Although I was fragile like a snowflake
    I never ceased to endure the challenges of my destiny
    So much I had coveted to take a look at the crystal orb retaining all the riddles of my future
    That I wished to be a witch ruling the realms of the sea and sky

    I had always questioned all the mirrors encountered in my quest to discover my true self
    I really yearned to catch a glimpse of my real image
    But I have never been allowed to rest my gaze on those silver surfaces
    I had become a mystery to myself
    I never made an acquaintance with my soul
    And my heart could have known more than me what I truthfully was
    Even when the ocean breeze had whispered my name, I couldn’t understand what the great mystery of existence was.
    I felt infinite and finite at the same time.
    An everlasting flame embodied my passions, which not even the most fierce storm could ever extinguish.
    No forsaken longings.
    Only crimson roses blooming under a starry sky.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Night Lies Over Me

    The Night Lies Over Me

    The night lies over me like an immense quilted blanket of stars and gloomy clouds
    Sweet are the whispers of my dreams that welcome me into their magical alcove
    Lost in the depths of my imagination
    I continue to wander in the night
    Unaware of my fate, I am blindfolded on my uncertain path
    Letting the disquiet burn in my heart as if I were a candle in a storm
    I wait for the thorns to turn into feathers in my secret garden of mystery
    Everything is concealed from my eyes
    And I wake up in the haze and turmoil
    In front of me only emptiness and the scent of fear
    How long could I have fed myself on the illusion of my dreams?
    I know not as long as the clouds obscured the stars
    I covet fondly the freedom of birds lingering in the firmament
    I struggle intensely to catch a glimpse of withered flowers and evanescent butterflies
    And the night lies over me again like a layered shroud
    Quietly the wind whispers legends and enchantments
    Taking me into the fantastic realm of chimaeras and the overworld
    Where no mortal soul could be conceived
    Since only fabulous creatures inhabit my fantasy
    Loneliness surrounds me and hushes my eagerness to lose myself easily in the maze of foolishness
    I sense my dreams as the only reality where I am my tangible self
    An ocean filled with delusions and empty shells attempts to swallow my awareness
    The exquisite scent of roses and magnolias cannot rescue me any longer
    Since the oblivion of the night’s desires takes hold of me
    It was too late for me to redeem my heart
    In the solitude of the dusk
    When everything seemed so painfully calm
    Alas, could I finally find myself in the lost abyss of my ineptitude?
    I sigh and dream
    No further wisdom enlightens my vision
    Now that the night lies over me.
    Elisabetta Esther

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