Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: echoes

  • The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    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

  • 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

  • The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The echoes of the abyss faded away into twilight’s grip,
    Where shadows merged,
    An ancient whisper started to surge,
    A spectral chant, a dismal hymn,
    Having echoed from the void within.

    Beneath the veil of night’s deep shroud,
    Where phantoms danced, and stars were cowed,
    There lay a realm where time stood still,
    A place where darkened dreams were fulfilled.

    The air grew thick with ghostly sighs,
    As hollow winds serenaded the skies,
    And through the fog, a figure glided,
    A soul unbound in death abided.

    Its eyes, twin voids, consumed the light,
    Reflecting realms beyond perceptible sight,
    Where sorrow dwelled, and silence reigned,
    While shadows weaved their darkened chains.

    A whisper called from realms unseen,
    Where mortal minds dared not convene,
    It spoke of truths too vast, too deep,
    Of secrets that the ancients kept.

    In cryptic tones, the message flew,
    Through caverns where the darkness grew,
    It told of worlds beyond the veil,
    Where sanity and reason paled.

    A chilling breeze disturbed the night,
    As spectral forms faded out of sight,
    Leaving behind a haunting trace,
    Of realms where shadows interlaced.

    And as the dawn began to break,
    The echoes of the night forsook,
    Yet in the heart, a whisper stayed,
    A touch of darkness in light’s rays.

    For in the shadows, truths resided,
    That is the light everything sought to hide,
    A glimpse of what lay past the end,
    Where mortal souls with darkness blended.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Dark Secrets

    Dark Secrets

    Dark secrets in the depths of night,
    Where shadows creep,
    Beneath the veil of moonlight’s gleam.

    A hollow echo in the chamber of fears,
    Summoning silent screams that cannot be heard,
    Lost in the labyrinth of despair.

    Graveyards reveal secrets to the wind,
    Ghouls fly beneath the pale moon’s gaze,
    Where tombstones mark the silence of the dead.

    Cloaked in darkness, truths are unseen,
    Masked by joy, hiding the darkness within,
    Unveiling secrets like cracks in a mirror.

    Shadows linger where light dare not tread,
    In the quietude of night, secrets are bared,
    Revealing tales of sorrow and dread.

    Whispered softly, yet never shared,
    In the stillness of the night, mysteries are unveiled,
    Each desire harbours an untold lore.

    A garden of secrets that darkness stores,
    In the silent hours, secrets speak their truth,
    Glimmering like stars in the night’s embrace,
    Unravelling mysteries that time can’t erase.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shells Of Memories

    Shells Of Memories

    Shells of reveries in the quiet silence of the night,
    Unreachable places that don’t exist anymore but in ethereal memories,
    Shattered dreams lingering behind shadows.

    Still reveries, once vivid, now grown dim,
    Like ghostly whispering on the wind,
    Glimmering weakly in twilight’s grasp,
    Lost in time, they slipped and rasped.

    Soundless images faded into the emptiness,
    In the dimming light of forgotten places,
    Where happiness once rang clear and bright,
    Now, only sorrow haunted the night.

    Echoes of bliss once demure,
    Now but spectres, obscure,
    Haunted the corners of the imagination,
    Leaving emptiness behind.

    In the crypt of broken memoirs,
    Where each dream might have been the last,
    Skeletons of memories lay,
    In the graveyard of goodbye.

    Intricate threads of fate in the silent abyss,
    Where memories faded,
    And nightmares were the relentless thieves behind shadows of longings,
    While stole moments wove grief.

    Castles in the air became ruins of despair,
    As midnight’s secrets hid behind a mosaic of stars in a forgotten sky,
    At the echoes of tales of tears and sighs,
    Fading slowly into the moonlight.

    Relics of memories etched in the sand,
    Were washed away by time’s burden,
    In the gentle rise and fall of life’s tide,
    Everything that once was whole is now fragmented.

    Whispers of ancient times were faint and frail,
    Like petals of autumn that drifted in the gale,
    In the infinite chasm, they dwelt,
    Forsaken and erased from the memory of the emptiness.

    The abyss of eternity swallowed everything into oblivion,
    Where existence faded into the endless expanse.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Echoes In The Rain

    Echoes In The Rain

    Echoes in the rain embraced the cold shadows,
    While flickering flames of anguish cast an eerie glow,
    Loneliness was wandering beneath the weeping skies.

    Memories were obscure fog howling in the wind,
    Regrets, like ghosts, whispered from the past,
    Time, the predator, hunted with silent dread.

    Each second lost a tear in the storm,
    Rain tapped mournfully on broken mirrors,
    Wet earth exhaled the scent of sorrow’s bloom.

    An old clock shattered, ticking loss and pain,
    Amidst the gloom of abandoned chambers,
    A wilted rose became a symbol of decay.

    Empty gardens hosted screams used to roam,
    Autumn leaves fell, leading desires astray,
    In silence, a cry lingered, unanswered by the skies.

    As night devoured the remnants of the day,
    Fleeting instants of light became shadows,
    Casting a fearful glance into the chill winter breeze.

    A day ended, and sorrow’s grip held fast,
    On endless nights, devoided of hope or peace,
    The dawn, unseen, lay hidden by the veil of darkness.

    The infinite darkness was thick as the nightmares in endless nights,
    Leaving only specks of despair in its realm.
    The void devoured every glimmer of light and hope.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Desolate Echoes

    Desolate Echoes

    Desolate echoes lingered in abandoned chambers of dreams, whispering tales of solitude.
    Shadows cast a loud silence, disclosing secrets in the cold stillness.
    Unheard voices were forsaken since bygone years, and memories were etched in the walls.
    In the quietude, loneliness took its place as a haunting companion.
    Yet within this emptiness, a subtle prowess emerged, somewhat like a silent resistance to the echoes of solitude.
    Life’s intricate story unfolded in the hushed mazes of fantasy, where absurdities encountered reality.
    Among the ruins of neglected reveries, sighs faded with the winds, and heartbeats of longings melted in silent harmonies.
    Twilights painted desolated hues of melancholy as the moonlight weaved tales of forlorn hopes.
    Treads of yesteryears resonated in the haunted dwellings of nostalgia, tracing the path of dreams forever lost to time.
    In the realm of dark shadows, the dance of memories continued perpetually, revealing fragments of elapsed times like whispers in the dusk.
    Amid the debris of desolate thoughts, perseverance bloomed as a quiet anthem of strength rising from the ashes of what once existed.
    In the obliviousness of nonsense and despair, silent and gloomy tears created a mosaic of fate and disgrace.
    The seal of destiny inscribed engravings on the sand, whose strokes weaved threads of anguish and uncertainty into the narrative of time.
    Through the window of dismay, lone stars witnessed the transit of forgotten tales, casting their glow on the realm of the infinity.
    In the secretive silence, unbounded solaces embraced the emptiness of futile yearnings, conveying stories of elusive contentment in the furtive enigmas.
    And all of a sudden, everything was shuttered into fragments of memories of nocturnal nightmares and disrupted relics of elusive weariness in a moonless abyss.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Echoes Of Sorrow

    Echoes Of Sorrow

    Echoes of sorrow and destruction shattered mirrors under the pouring rain
    Fragile dreams of lost desires acquired fears, and arrogant reasons overlooked anguish and distress
    When torments and agony were relentless in their perpetual stirs in a timeless frame of infinity
    Darkness prevailed over the luminaries in the firmament
    The escape of the senses through beliefs and faith was the only reprieve for the ghostly essences of the universe
    Impulses of passion and lust echoed through the shadows of eternity
    Oneiric paradoxes persisted in their irresistible contradictions
    Overwhelming emotions and desires led to imperturbable sophistry
    Incomprehensible longings fell into a displeasing torpor
    Difficult was the sagacity of laconic past struggles
    Uncontrollable wishes and regrets indulged in defiance and decay
    Impatient anxiety and unfathomable shadows craved indefinite vanities
    Disappearing ghouls stood on the brink of the abyss of nothingness
    Dangerous memories emerged from a cloud of dizziness
    Terrible tales of fearful delights shuddered fiercely
    A ghastly annihilation rushed to impetuous desires
    Impatient lost instants vanished inevitably
    Faint impossibilities fancied fatal ideas that were poisoned impertinently
    Haunting thoughts overwhelmed every stealth moment
    Dreadful nightmares of secret swoons burst in everlasting flames
    Betrayal was conquered by loyal devotion amidst clouds of melancholic gloominess
    Echoes of sorrow thundered in a mystic garden of blooming crimson roses
    Whose beauty was veiled by an ethereal melancholy
    Whispers lingered through the midnight hues draped in a cloak of solitude
    Somber fragments of forgotten remembrances, undisclosed broken promises, and lost loves
    Shimmering glimmers of hope wandered amid a dense mist of dismal lies and deceptions
    In the ephemeral domain of transcendental enigmas, stars weaved their glowing gleams
    In twilight’s grip, dreams aimed their elusive hooks
    Amid veiled secrets, solace softly rustled, concealing truths in concealed elixirs
    Echoes of sorrow were revealed, and their light pierced through darkness’s embrace.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Visions Of My Soul

    The Visions Of My Soul

    The visions of my soul strike my mind
    I never see to end of the motionless disheartenment
    In silence, I wait for a prolonged rain to end
    I know the world will not last forever
    In hope, I live a dreamless life made of disillusions
    Lies in the deepest darkness with no return at all
    Where everything is dim and the night is quiet
    The rising waves and the gloaming break me
    Surprise and wonder echoes seem to be heard from afar

    The visions of my soul fly like a rose
    They are born to face the earth’s fate
    I have learned how to dream
    A new life is present
    Every word is not a mystery
    It is the only way to be
    Unmindful and alone
    I have never known of all the rituals I dreamt
    No one should know

    The visions of my soul go back to the years and life’s past
    A long journey is waiting now for me
    A perfect existence to read
    Though I still enjoy thinking about perspectives
    I’m looking forward to each night with sadness
    Perhaps it has been written without rhymes
    I cannot always be concerned in ways far away too much longer to write
    A very different way to be in art
    I see words as they were assigned to me for the way I exist

    The visions of my soul have vanished in the sky
    And as the birds cease singing in their nest
    At twilight, my memories fade away
    My heart is close to the firmament and yet so free
    The dreams, the air, the sky, the sea, the trees and the earth help me to find myself
    I glimpse the bright clouds and the leaves flying down
    Whilst the stars gleam upon me
    I become free from those old and deceitful longings.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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