The unveiled dreams of the night,
In the imperative silence and desolation,
Gleamed an ephemeral light,
Enlightening the vast abyss of nothingness.
Whispered secrets were soft and slight,
In shadows cast by starlit constellations,
A firmament of luminaries, stitched tight,
Against the cold embrace of emptiness.
Through veils of time, they faded in flight,
Their fragile forms defied all limitations,
With wings of thought, they soared in the emptiness,
Embracing dawn with ethereal grace and soulful tenderness.
As morning broke, the dreams disappeared,
Beyond the reach of mortal contemplation,
Leaving a trace, a spark, a sight,
A promise of eternal, boundless bliss.
Through the realm where fantasies ruled,
And imagination weaved in seamless manifestation,
The unveiled dreams of the night, as destiny intended,
Became the guiding stars of desires.
In the oblivion where longings were lost,
They ignited passions of bold determination,
And from the depths where darkness descended,
They rose a beacon of illumination.
At every moment, their essence transcended,
Through cycles of dreams’ transformation,
In forbidden mazes where time halted,
In realms untouched by mortal grasp.
Across the vast expanse of infinite,
Where dreams intertwined with illusions,
They painted the canvas of deception and betrayal,
In shadows cast by the echoes of their past.
As promises lingered in the void,
Tales of mystery and wonder were concealed,
In the chronicles of fate and death,
Far from every congenial idea.
Through hallways of forgotten spheres,
Where shadows weaved webs of forgotten lore,
Ancient mysteries lingered in their sombre embrace,
Time’s relentless march erased their trace.
In the silent embrace of the eternal dimness,
The unveiled dreams of the night found solace in their plight,
Guided by stars of flickering brightness,
Revealing secrets to the wandering souls in darkness.
Through unknown games of shadows and light,
Tales of the night thrived in elusive enigmas,
Etched in the firmament’s infinite height,
A symphony played by celestial drifters.
Beneath the gaze of everlasting flames,
The dreams, like phantoms, danced with fervour,
Woven into an invisible maze,
Until they dissolved like tears in the rain.
Ethereal sparkles illuminated the void; in their ephemeral space,
In the midst of the eternal dimness that held no trace,
The unveiled dreams of the night illuminated the void,
In their ephemeral space.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
