Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: dream poetry

  • 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

  • The Silence Of The Night

    The Silence Of The Night

    The silence of the night made me travel till the end of the material worlds
    Where I lost my direction and purpose in life without hesitation
    I began my journey to the ethereal and idyllic realm of phantoms and elegiac mirage
    I fell over and over again for I was unaware of my path made of sharp stones and brambles drawing my attention
    Withered roses and arcane trees surrounded me under the shape of precious acquaintances
    While I could see castles in the air floating like ephemeral flowers’ petals

    The silence of the night lulled me to the brink of a deep slumber made of delusional chimaeras and phantasmagorias
    So soothing was the melody of the nocturnal birds hovering in the forest
    So sweet was the exquisite scent of extravagant blossoms in the magic meadows
    Where I was lingering with all my laziness willing to lose my ability for discernment
    Indulging in desires and imagination
    My mind began quietly to be inclined toward hesitation
    Lost in the chaotic shenanigans of my doubts and fears

    Enchantments and witchcraft blossomed under the shape of occult grimoires, scarlet roses, and magic lanterns
    Which surrounded me with their glimmers and shadows
    While crystal hourglasses and iridescent sand marked the passage of my time in that fairy-tale world
    Where even compasses lost all sense of direction
    In that extraordinary aura of mysterious wonders and inexplicable visions
    Crows and ravens flew around the sparkling moon
    Singing hymns to the majestic night

    The cold waft of the darkness struck me
    Not yet able to wake me up from my profound slumber
    Since no compass was able to guide me in that topsy-turvy mystery
    Which had become a part of me and haunted the chasms of my imaginings
    At last, I had altered the silence of the night into a delirious stupor of wild dreams and spellbinding adventures.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • 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 Shadows Of My Dreams

    The Shadows Of My Dreams

    The shadows of my dreams vanished in the emptiness of the night when silence dared to whisper obstreperous secrets.

    So much I coveted to let my fantasy free and untamed that I was willing to let the night sky overwhelm me with its mysterious beauty and fearlessness.

    An enchanted castle was my invisible dwelling where I could play hide and seek with the stars. At the same time, the silver moonlight shone through the crystal chandelier of my empty house.

    The light hid behind the dark shadows, and everything seemed more blurred and phantasmagorical

    The further my imagination travelled, the greater was the confusion that ruled my heart, and finally I was finding leisure while obscured by magnificent clouds

    It seemed to live in the realm of dreams and illusions with no quest for a destination, and no interest in a time-bound domain of decrees

    Time had fallen into oblivion, and nonsense became wisdom, for I was no longer obliged to follow the restrictions of shallow humans

    I was the ruler, and I allowed myself to surrender to the shadows of my dreams as if I were unaware of any consequences

    A realm made of shadows and dreams had become my cherished abode where I could sense protection and immortality

    No mortal could harm me anymore or spoil my treasured dreams because I had by then become out of their reach

    Could I have endured those ephemeral circumstances? I knew not, since I had chosen to live in obliviousness to immerse myself in the ocean of bliss

    The night was a valley of tranquillity, and the silence encouraged me to overcome my fear of being unsteady

    Unquestionably, unsteadiness had become my inevitability, and the infinity of the night’s darkness welcomed me in its majestic embrace, full of the shadows of dreams.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Spectacular Mirage

    A Spectacular Mirage

    A spectacular mirage manifested before my eyes in a torrid night of discomforts
    Everywhere there was a scalding haze made of phantomatic dreams and delighting chimaeras
    Never a doubt caught me while a storm of nightmares was brewing over the night sky
    And everything was just darkness and infinity

    I only needed to lose myself to discover my real self
    So many times I have climbed insurmountable heights to realise that I had metamorphosed into something totally different
    Like an ethereal shape that would change incessantly without abeyance
    Each time desiring something new

    The different windows of my life had shut and opened
    Disclosing a multitude of scenarios and dreamland
    The sun had conquered me while the moon hid viciously behind a blanket of spectacular stars
    Majestic dreams had always overwhelmed my heart, and I found myself in an ocean of tears and anguish

    Wandering into the forest of bliss and delight
    I had lost myself permanently
    As if I were unable to think and keep sparkles of wisdom in my treasure chest
    Everything was darkness
    Nothing was translucent
    No aid would have reached me in that mayhem
    Every part of my body and heart could feel the great tragedy of existence

    Dreaming of isles and oceans where nothing had sense
    Nor even desiring
    I could feel myself flimsy like a tiny flower carried away by the winds
    At the mercy of the winds and raging storms
    I wandered in confusion, traversing kingdoms and labyrinths
    In a way, I was detached from my longings, and I was eager to embrace new realms and visions

    A spectacular mirage awaited me beyond the shadows of the night sky
    As an enchantment ready to cast a mysterious spell over me
    Not taking care of any concern, I resigned myself to my fate.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Phantasmagoric Castles

    Phantasmagoric Castles

    Phantasmagoric castles and abysses of dreams were emerging in my visions like real-life chimaeras
    Ready to entice my attention with their scents of oblivion
    Comforting my trepidations wasn’t easy
    Mostly, when the dread of the sunlight forced me to close my eyes and rely on my imagination
    Absurdities were part of my nighttime routine, made of fresh rain showers and visits to the nocturnal flower gardens.
    It was like there was no beginning or end
    In that fantastic realm, I had reset the time
    And now there wasn’t a specific time any longer willing to damage my phantasmagoric castles

    The trepidation of the wait for my dreams to come true became my obstinate ritual
    I couldn’t manage my irresponsible tendency to embrace illusions, but I was sure I couldn’t escape it
    And so I continued to fly in the wonderful sky of my fantasies
    Romances didn’t upset me as long as they were confined to the garden of the enchantments
    Incredibly, I was dreaming about love and detachment, conquest and defeat
    Although the bitter taste of the night dew reminded me of the ephemerality of my yearnings
    Even when I cherished my blissful dreams the most
    I was left with nothing but ancient books and withered flowers

    The enchanting bouquets of the night had captivated me, while I could catch a glimpse of phantasmagoric castles and fabulous dragons
    Dizzy and bewildered, I explored the night with all its marvels and mysteries beyond my imagination
    Softly, the twilight breeze stroked my face, reminding me that I had to abandon myself to my destiny
    However much it was arduous to let my anguish fall into the abyss of oblivion
    I embraced the new journey in a spellbinding realm of magic and phantasmagoric castles
    Knowing in my heart that everything was but a mere chimaera dwelling in my enchanted dreams.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Softly Dreaming

    Softly Dreaming

    Softly dreaming of irreversible nightmares
    And forgetting
    Dazed and bewildered
    Seeking truth and deception at the same time
    All that I really need is an exquisite deception that helps me escape far away to a land that never existed, but in my imagination

    And so I pursued my journey into the unknown forest of dreams
    Keeping in my heart the certitude that I can manifest all my longings, along with my anguish and fears
    Wonders were hidden everywhere if I wished to

    Nevertheless, there couldn’t be a safe place for my fantasies
    May I have been allowed to dream for once?
    Or was I too demanding?
    At last, the stars were guiding me somewhere in a wonderland where I could be preferably delighted

    It wasn’t just a quest for bliss and oblivion
    It was a pursuit of a complete transformation
    To lose myself in chaos and illusions was as necessary as softly dreaming in complete obliviousness
    Not paying any tribute to fear and dread
    But only gathering my loyal phantoms as guardians of my heart

    Gently, the haze surrounded me to soothe my aching soul whenever I pretended to please myself in the world of humankind’s ludicrousness
    In truth, I was lying to myself because my fantastic aura couldn’t ever conform to human codes
    And therefore, I traversed the portal of nowhere that took me to my realm of sugar-coated romance and poetry

    Was I a foolish creature of heavenly longings?
    I knew not…nevertheless, I might have been under the spell of an obscure enchantment
    Although the wind never betrayed me, displaying me majestic clouds and marvellous luminaries
    Whenever the night sky allowed me to discover its mysteries

    It came the time when night and day became a marvel, like an exquisite seashell from the ocean floor, whispering its secrets to my soul as if we were acquainted from a remote existence
    Dreaming and sighing, I surrendered to the soft lullaby of the waves, captivating my quietness
    Now that I’ve disclosed my dearest fondnesses
    Softly dreaming
    In the endless dusk surrounding me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness ruled the realm of the night
    Whenever the shadows whispered in the night
    Unveiling secrets like little shining gems
    While the moon was glimmering in the sky inhabited by spirits and stars
    Surrounded by clouds and hazy images
    Magnificence made every flower bloom in the secrecy of the night
    Only when the mystery was enlightened by candles for those who dared to venture into the kingdom of chimaeras and enigmas
    Where nothing could have been revealed effortlessly in the daylight to mortal sights

    I was proceeding with an unsteady step as I felt the sparkling darkness opening the path to me, with flying dragons chaperoning me at the magic light of lanterns
    The delightful flowers I encountered brightened like glistening luminaries that captivated me with their exquisite scent and unique beauty
    Enchanted castles and precious gems were not just visions but the manifestation of my extravagant dreams
    I have become the queen of this supernatural and bewitching realm that came into existence from my nocturnal imaginations
    Every desire I have always coveted dearly became tangible as my fantasy had transformed into reality

    In this infinite darkness of my cherished dreams, nothing was impossible, and my extraordinary fate never ceased to surprise me
    There was no uncertainty nor fear in this world of mine, where I could feel safe and protected
    Gargoyles made of ancient stone came to life to breathe magic and infinity
    While the cool breeze of the night softly stroked my long hair, enfolding me like a delicate shawl made of lace and tulle
    The sparkling darkness that bore fear for the ordinary mortals had become my secret haven, where nobody could ever have found me
    Invisible as I was to the human gaze, but visible to the mythical creatures attending my journey

    And therein I remained, as I was embodying the darkness and the night
    Unknown was my future since my dazed destiny had paved intricate routes for me to traverse
    Like in an endless journey where I was embracing every pristine and bizarre novelty
    There was more to come and nothing to fear any longer
    Because there was no beginning or end anymore.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Fantasising In The Realm Of The Night

    Fantasising In The Realm Of The Night

    Fantasising in the realm of the night
    Lost in my obliviousness
    Bound to my dreams
    I discovered lost memories kept far away from my heart
    For I was wandering in the inaccessible kingdom of the invisible
    Where only dreams and chimaeras could be tangible

    I had lost the keys to the portal of fear
    And I was facing my delusional quest with no destination
    Cast away from society, I lived in solitude and silence
    No words could have been used to depict my inner world
    Too many times I saw faces without a soul
    For myriad seasons, I spent questioning my fate

    I never found an answer to each of my questions
    It seemed the stars were enjoying lying to me
    Or maybe it was the treacherous night sky with its copious gloomy clouds that interfered
    I knew not
    And I will never know
    Since the first day of my bleak existence
    Dismay was my inner core
    Like a rose thorn, always present in my heart

    No tumultuous storm or hectic wind could have disrupted that unheavenly stillness
    For I was firmly convinced that I could not alter my endless state of invisibility
    Dazed and confused as I was
    I didn’t count the hours anymore
    Time didn’t exist in my kingdom of imagination
    Whenever I was fantasising in the realm of the night

    No flower of my dim garden could ever have resisted a secret eclipse
    Nor could I refuse to live with those illusions that were mesmerising my heart
    Lonely and flimsy was the star dwelling in my soul
    The nocturnal birds greeted me as always
    For they were my chaotic followers of the darkness
    In my journeys through inaccessible forests and forsook meadows
    Seeking the ocean waves and the thunder in the tempestuous dusks of the wilderness
    To lose and find all the versions of myself
    In an infinite expedition to nowhere
    Forever
    Never ceasing to fantasise in the realm of the night.
    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

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