Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: flames

  • Weeping My Heart Out

    Weeping My Heart Out

    Weeping my heart out in the abyss of the night
    While dark shadows embrace me beneath the pale moonlight made of cold sorrows
    Teardrops carve my name, descending like rivers of woe
    I drown in the ocean of nightmares and death

    The stars have ceased to weep, after staring at the moon’s indifference
    And the wind whispers all my beloved secrets
    Singing the anguish that I keep in my treasure chest
    In my garden of grief where midnight rose

    Weeping my heart out in the stillness of a silent night
    When silence and sorrow prom together
    Echoing through the hollow halls of my soul
    And leaving imprints of longing and grief

    The dawn doesn’t dare to graze my tear-stained face
    Because I belong to the clasp of perpetual twilight
    I’m my weakness and chaos of catastrophe
    Being myself the most intemperate tragedy

    I’m darkness and night
    I’m an ethereal creature of the eternal darkness
    An extravagant flower glowing in the gloomy wilderness
    I love to disappear in the most remote places of my imagination

    Weeping my heart out, I find myself in a meadow of deception
    Where I cannot discern anymore what is real from what is delusion
    Hence, I surrender to the uncertainty of my overwhelming fate
    Unaware of my future demise

    I want to avoid thinking, for I live solely through my passions
    In a frenzy of madness and lust, I become a new creature
    An ephemeral ghost bound to a doomed destiny
    Floating between ecstasy and oblivion

    I take delight in dancing with the spectres of my forsaken desires
    Their strokes ignite flames upon my pale skin
    The night sky swallows the forbidden nectar of my tears
    While I vanish into the chasm of my own longings

    No sunrise will encounter me and no dusk will mourn me
    For I belong to the stillness of the midnight’s embrace
    As I become a shadow lost in the labyrinth of time
    A withering shade, devoured by the void within me.
    Elisabetta

  • Flames and Stars

    Flames and Stars

    Flames and stars glazed perpetually in the realm of fire,
    Where only passions were found to blossom like crimson roses,
    With an ethereal colour and texture typical of eternal love.

    Beneath the canopy of twilight’s embrace, flames and stars swirled,
    Like feathers of fire dancing upon a sea of shadows,
    Their sighs murmured secrets that burned and blurred,
    In the rapture of night where eternity forever glows.

    The atmosphere was full of the scent of scorched desire,
    As tongues of flame entwined in a fevered caress,
    Consuming all that dared to venture higher,
    Into the inferno’s kiss, where both agony and bliss blended.

    And there, amidst the fire’s ravenous roar,
    The stars bled silver blood drops, caught in a fevered trance,
    Mirroring the desires who burned forevermore,
    In the madness of a love’s doomed dance.

    Their light wept gently, and yet it did not die,
    But melded with the flames to forge a world anew,
    Where the ashes of dreams soared to the sky,
    And hearts blazed bright, as if reborn and true.

    In that realm, no dawn could break the night’s spell,
    No winds could extinguish the ardour’s searing flames,
    For here, love’s conflagration would forever dwell,
    A kingdom where passion and pain were one and the same.

    And so, flames and stars wandered, lost within an exquisite blaze,
    Their shadows cast upon the molten ground,
    Their hearts ignited in love’s fevered haze,
    Where every beat echoed a relentless, haunting sound.

    The firestorm reached out like frantic arrows,
    Grasping at the starlit veil above,
    Yearning to escape the searing lands,
    But forever bound by the weight of love.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Darkness Of The Night

    In The Darkness Of The Night

    In the darkness of the night
    The stars shone down on sand walls
    And there shall remain black clouds
    Beneath open flames on a dark sky
    Which set fire to ashes
    The sun shone from over a place above
    In search for every fear in its glare
    Its light slowly descended upon me
    It might still be very cold
    As a dream was born one thousand times

    In the darkness of the night
    The night-at-midnight hesitated
    And I was in the darkness
    It was so loud that words could not depict
    My eyes and my heart were locked
    Although it was still beautiful and sublime
    This dream was never the same
    A shadow burnt my heart
    Each moment the soul was torn
    A desire was claimed for each cry

    In the darkness of the night
    I have discovered my dreams
    I thought they were all unattended
    The dimness endured and stayed
    The memories disappeared in the dawn
    When the sky hung with the stars
    Auburn leaves lit the wind
    The beauty of the glow dwelt in the secret of a dream
    The memories of the tomorrow were gone astray

    In the darkness of the night
    I saw a dream I had to remember
    But it was too late
    And even though the vision came again
    I felt only silence and desolation
    Happiness seemed lost, never to return
    A doomed prospect waited at the gate
    With fluorescent glow and deceitful attire
    Tangled in a shining glass made of illusions
    Life is a moment of sheer consciousness

    In the darkness of the night
    My eyes have no reply
    I wonder and doubt not
    As I break the stage of time
    The secret echoes tingle
    I wonder why I need an end to change
    These scars will alter just for all I know
    The light is known as the glow of the clouds
    The silence has a final touch because there is no one to wait
    Strolling in the sky, I disappear as a faint glimmer of light.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Gloomy Sorrow

    A Gloomy Sorrow

    A gloomy sorrow
    A gentle grief
    In a world made of pride
    The soul will never win
    It seems as if no one can be able to love and dreams
    Patience and happiness are rare gifts to be obtained with pain
    When only desire can find peace
    I used to learn my true emotions of mine
    The wisdom becomes a bliss
    Truth is hidden everywhere
    Everything on earth comes to an end

    A gloomy sorrow sweet for all the hours
    At the sound of the darkness spinning around the night
    Few faint glistening hopes find their way through the abyss of dismay
    It would be a joy to love my heart
    But sorrow comes from a long time ago
    And yet, in life, a great beauty shines
    Time does arrive travelling with no destination
    My soul had forgotten words
    A little fear becomes mine
    And my soul is full of pain

    A gloomy sorrow of loneliness
    The soul is smiling during the day
    In vain, a million feelings were meant to die
    Whole memories belonging to me
    Happiness is born to die
    Tomorrow a great fate could last forever
    A treasure to be kept
    While the future loses its feelings
    Bliss would hide in a place beyond eternity
    Being confined and helpless
    Sobbing in a restless night

    A gloomy sorrow
    When the memories were never the same
    A dull despair and delight
    Life and death
    Far away from my mind and thoughts
    The light and shades of my soul shine
    When the eyes are dark and cold
    The flames of hope grow fast
    Every time I write, a little dream manifests
    Like a rose into the breath of the universe
    When they call my name, I strive

    A gloomy sorrow in the night
    Longing to be seen
    But a heavy cold sadness falls down
    A white sun of light is glowing
    And every ray of sunshine has blossomed from every side
    Just as soon as the clouds fly through the air
    The beauty of joy crosses the whole world
    Heavy thoughts have drifted into my soul
    The remembrance of a distant way I have travelled
    I feel a longing to comfort my thoughts
    I shall be loved by my anguish and wait no longer.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Oscillations Of The Soul

    The Oscillations Of The Soul

    The Oscillations Of The Soul

    A jolt weakens the oscillations of the soul
    Every time a whisper echoes in the infinite ether
    For every shadow that appears in the world of illusions
    Wonder and amazement of the senses dance in infinity
    The swarthy flames of greed and lust are overwhelmed by a sense of grief
    The dark and silent grief destroyed every gold amulet
    A tumult descends upon every soul awakening from a deep slumber
    Lost shivers stagger ashore from the depths of the ocean of fears
    A chain made of glinting treasures creates a rope of desires
    Capturing the emptiness left behind a swirl of struggles
    Whilst eternal and elusive fates indulge in a hidden haul.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Odyssey Into Folly

    An Odyssey Into Folly

    An Odyssey Into Folly

    An odyssey into folly amid the desert of wit and wisdom
    Where the strong blasts of numbness suddenly become hypothetical ideas
    An eternal journey into inanity with endless throwbacks to amnesia and regret
    When patience bursts into flames, emotions swirl in the dizziness of the senses
    Passivity and introspection stand in a motionless gush of hidden secrets
    An abstraction of solitons’ senses drowns into unconsciousness
    The overwhelming enclosure of dreams’ fatalities sinks into abhorrent brutality of shallowness
    A dim glow of a deceitful doozy hides an overshaded kingdom of folly and phlegm.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • I Wanted To See What Was Not Real

    I Wanted To See What Was Not Real

    I Wanted To See What Was Not Real

    I wanted to see what was not real
    I swam in the deep waters of deception
    now my eyes are wide open
    and the past is as present
    I see everything all over again
    just as it happened yesterday
    and nothing remains to me
    just a miserable shattered mirror
    the stars suddenly went out
    leaving me alone with my thin shadow
    tears run down my face
    darkness around me
    the cold wind cuts my body
    and as I wander in the wild obscurity
    flowers fall from the trees under the shape of flames
    burning every part of my body.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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