Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: firmament

  • A Heart Of Stone

    A Heart Of Stone

    A heart of stone and blood was mine in the afterlife
    In my underworld abode full of evanescent masks and weeping phantoms
    A magic tower of spells touching the sky and the metallic moons
    Surrounded by soft clouds and dead trees

    Each mask whispered terrible secrets to me
    While smiling like court jesters inside the unbreakable walls of my castle
    A castle made of bones and blood of my enemies
    Beneath the shining firmament visited by the moons with many countenances

    I was the queen of the tragic world of pity and descend
    My decadence made a throne for me, carved in sorrow
    And there I lingered, dressed in shining sparkles and moonlight
    My gown was forged with threads of sighs and desires

    My gown was the manifestation of sighs and desires
    Eerie candles with their trembling flames cast light upon my visions
    Longings coiled like serpents made of smoke
    The walls wept decayed memories and each mirror was a doorway to arcane mysteries

    My absolute silence was a hymn to all I had lost
    The moons grieved the weight of my dismay
    An eternal ghost similar to myself waited for me beyond my crystal windows
    Ruins and beauty crowned me their sovereign

    My destiny was engraved in shadow and starlight
    I wandered in the labyrinth of forsaken fortunes
    I felt that the ancient soil trembled beneath my steps
    My heart was still carved from stone, seeking solace in vain

    I couldn’t break free from the chains of my own sorrow
    Although I reached for my reflection in the mirror
    And I knew that this was the fate I had chosen
    I knew I belonged to the occult underworld as an ethereal creature of darkness.
    Elisabetta

  • 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 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

  • The Magnificent Wilderness

    The Magnificent Wilderness

    The magnificent wilderness of my dreams
    Through the world’s magic abysses
    The firmament rises and goes
    Beyond the way of life
    Beyond the way of death
    A bright and glistening sight
    Where stars move around an everlasting blaze
    And most of the endearing memories fall down like old leaves
    Sometimes nothing is heard but sadness
    Never forgotten
    Always lost

    The magnificent wilderness of night
    And above all, the dying stars
    Faint and sighing
    Like many excellent and memorable mementoes collapsing
    Trying to impress under the beauty of the uselessness
    Water, rain and wind shine translucent
    In a sudden moment of reality
    No gift is left
    The time arrived to die and begin again
    Bright and lasting forever
    At midnight when the rainbow rises

    The magnificent wilderness of life
    The night is a dream
    Every instant is overjoyed by a state of beauty
    An icy shiver of delight and panic
    Dwelling among dreadful dreams and shattered hopes
    I stand alone in the misery of my futile discontent
    And the deep sky is not in black and gold
    When the green is never seen
    There is only a silver ray in front of trees falling down
    The beautiful leaves are scattered in the wind
    Where the sunlight fades high, touching the stars

    The magnificent wilderness
    When nature’s colours blend
    Blooming softly
    A flower’s blossom is like a diamond
    Many suns created more flowers
    Shared all over the earth
    Like in a dream full of surprises
    To bring relief to a horrid reality
    My mind becomes lost in an endless journey
    With no way back
    Lost in struggles

    The magnificent wilderness of darkness
    A mountain tree made of gold
    My voice is silent within my heart
    On a lonely way
    Remembering the past bliss
    Dreaming about stars and darkness
    As they would come onto the planet every day
    Pretending that everywhere wouldn’t be any sadness
    With no future trials or strife
    The grace of beauty and mystery would glow
    No more to be revealed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Unique And Infinite Shadow Of My Mind

    The Unique And Infinite Shadow Of My Mind

    The unique and infinite shadow of my mind
    Whilst the beauty is flowing in my dreams
    Someday I loved every single thing in each season
    Of which, like this, in this moment.
    For a while, my thoughts have lost all beauty
    As are still one more time so lovely to the beholder
    I love so much to be happy with beautiful visions
    As ideas and words are always to be heard
    Love,
    It might be only a delightful and phantasmagorical
    Nothing can go through my mind before night
    Every day is a picture of the love for my life
    And at first, every metamorphosis should be discovered in a marvel
    At the edges of time
    In the Universe, every tremendous conquest is a journey bound to eternity
    A year becomes a month, a month a day and a day an hour

    The unique and infinite shadow of my mind
    Feeling the utopia while nightmares resurface
    Where I become my own muse with magical powers
    To transform my life, my soul and my endless visions
    Every night I surrender to the tides of oblivion and silence
    Everything is in deep slumber because the storm cannot appear
    Trying to build a mere idea that cannot be found
    Daring to live pretending that everything is love
    When wishes would embrace being born in an idyllic world
    In a manifestation of life and death
    Once all the hopes disappear in an obscene dismal
    Some lives after existence resurface in an eternal bliss
    Lasting forever
    For love only grasp some hearts
    Every free thought enjoys only a limited dash

    The unique and infinite shadow of my mind is nature
    I see the wonder and the worlds in the firmament
    Being the Universe an outstanding creation made of beauty and mystery,
    darkness and light, endless unknown and limited knowledge
    An ancient mystery without days and nights
    My heart discovered poetry in my dreams
    Loving, day by day
    The facade had faded, and names I knew became obscure
    A noteworthy moment in life
    When dates are removed from the time
    And just the shadows are heard, and the day evolves into death
    The time departed from life
    A newly created fantasy left the mind without delight
    Fighting the loss and death
    Although everything became written
    Not a single certitude is destined to return
    And it lies in the profundity of despair and thoughtlessness
    The blades of my thoughts cut my soul into pieces
    And bleeding, I stand helpless.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Buried Star

    A Buried Star

    A Buried Star

    A buried star lies in the garden of a soul
    Lifeless and ashen
    Motionless like a stainless steel sculpture
    Cold like a dark wintertime evening
    When the snow swirls chaotically
    Whilst the frosty wind wraps the night darkness
    A labyrinth of obscurity protects the buried star
    A ferocious silence prevents any sound from waking the star
    A star submerged in the quiet of an eternal torpor
    No light is allowed to penetrate the secret garden
    The lethal inertia of a lifeless star
    Never being allowed to shine brightly
    Trapped by fears and nightmares
    Too fragile to hold on to the firmament
    A concealed star lying in a pit of anguish and darkness
    Not even a bashful glow could be discernible from afar.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Chasing Clouds

    Chasing Clouds

    Chasing Clouds

    Chasing clouds on a cold winter night
    All the hearts go flying up to the sky
    The wind whispers the untold truth
    The stars cling to the firmament silently
    Whilst the spirits wander obliviously in the emptiness
    The darkness swallows every spark of light
    Every desire disintegrates the bond of the obliteration
    Shattered clouds by deep shadows’ waves
    When the unknown obscurity embraces the eternity
    In the illusion of an instant that pierces the blurred sky
    The last fragments of an endless dream clash
    And every small desire seeks to bloom in memories
    Collapsing into the dark edge of a boundless universe.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • I Surrender To My Senses

    I Surrender To My Senses

    I Surrender To My Senses

    I surrender to my senses
    as I wander nowhere
    even my shadow left me alone
    in my loneliness, I live
    in the world of illusions and dreams
    there is no place for rationality and logic
    everything is absurd
    everything is upside down
    no need to explain anything
    I don’t understand anything anymore in this life
    confuse and alone
    my heart doesn’t find peace
    my soul is in pain
    and I feel dizzy
    because in this absurd life
    to be loved is a rare gift
    weak and disoriented
    not anymore a bright star
    just a dark fragment of a faint star
    waiting for a sign from the firmament
    which is dark and cloudy.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Stars Fall From The Firmament

    The Stars Fall From The Firmament

    The Stars Fall From The Firmament

    The stars fall from the firmament in a whirling dance
    I want to lose the capability to desire
    I only want to dream of being set free from my passions
    And wander away
    Flying fairy
    Like a butterfly in a garden of violets and lilies
    I live a silent life made of poetry and books
    I communicate with people through my poetry
    The rest of the time, I am silent
    My silence can say many things or absolute nothing
    It depends on the sensibility of the others
    I might appear a cold person because I am timid
    I try to protect myself from men who have so much interest in me
    Interest that I don’t reciprocate
    It is challenging for me to have an enjoyable time outside
    It is like I don’t have any right to take a simple walk
    Being constantly bothered in the streets.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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