The invisible sparkle in a world that doesn’t exist yet,
Like a flower suffocated by the gelid winter snow,
Struggling cries of a dream forever stilled, unmet,
Trapped in shadows where the winds won’t blow.
A sigh drifted in the void’s hollow sound,
A glimmer of the sublime that was never born,
Silence shattered what’s yet to be found,
A seed of light faded into the abyss, torn.
A fleeting pulse from a heart too broken to repair,
A thread of hope tangled in despair,
Draped in the veil of the endless night’s hold,
Fading into nothing, lost to the aether.
In this pointless realm where illusions had become a reality,
Unseen suns refused to rise or fall,
A phantom dream trapped in twilight’s will,
Its presence was known, yet not at all.
For what existed without a trace,
What flickers yet was never there,
Could time revive its fleeting grace,
Or would it die in hollow air?
The flower crushed beneath frozen skies,
Yearning for a spring that would never come,
A sparkle dimmed in eternal disguise,
The silent whisper of a life undone.
Its scent forgotten, its petals closed,
In a garden where nothing dared to bloom,
A magic world where the future’s doors were forever closed,
And the past lay buried in the gloom.
The invisible sparkle flickered no more,
A light that faded into the unmarked night,
Lost in the pages of an unwritten lore,
A shadow swallowed by eternal delight.
The frozen winds still howled their song,
In a dwelling that never came to be,
And in the silence, lost all along,
The invisible sparkle faded to memory.
In the void of a forgotten dream,
Where the eternity itself unravelled slowly,
Dreams and fantasies vanished in flow,
But only shadows knew their woe.
The invisible sparkle, long since gone,
Left no mark, no trace, no song.
In stillness, it forever lies,
A ghost beneath the unseen skies.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
