Tag: glass

  • The Mystery Of My Soul Reflection

    The Mystery Of My Soul Reflection

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    My senses cannot see the world
    But a single emotion so intense
    It may not be depicted in the real world
    If I am ever a spark of a wonderful dream
    Where nature does not appear
    To reveal the infinite essences
    A nocturnal creature going through many roads
    A soul in the visible world
    As life has to evolve and transform

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I seize a dream of eternity
    Until the ocean sounds of passion
    In the intense bliss of beauty
    Deep sorrow is burning like a dark flame
    Seeing my image reflected in a broken mirror
    A shattered heart never dies
    It hangs in between opposite worlds
    I feel the blaze I cannot see
    Whilst reading empty pages

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I live while I’m trapped in an image
    When thinking is something profound and beautiful
    I seek the stunning chasm
    Somewhere behind a hidden place
    Which sometimes is not so extravagant
    And can be found totally meaningless
    Like the first silver stars shining everywhere
    And the autumn clouds above the blue dew
    It’s a magnificent and delicate sight

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    Fragile is my mind’s mask
    My deep leisure has become my secret
    In the shadow, the emptiness shines like a star
    Through his open glass, a mirror afflicts my heart
    My soul is still burning from a sunken devotion
    My life’s reflection shining from inside
    I am not alive without any word
    No wonder I’m lonely now in the space
    So desolate, sad and puzzling today

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I wish I could be in dreams
    I am in silence, and this is my time
    And I am walking in the darkness
    Striving and suffering
    Looking at a landscape made of indifference and deception
    Hope falls like fire in the night
    Far across the horizon
    I need an infinite glow from above to remind me how perfect I am
    But I am still waiting to see the dark sky whose light is too high.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Life Through The Glass

    Life Through The Glass

    Life Through The Glass

    Life through the glass
    When the icy wind is constantly swirling
    And the blizzard ensnares me
    The dark sky seems to stare at me
    The crowded street and my individuality are two disjointed entities
    Thinking about thinking
    I feel infinite in my finiteness
    I’m a microcosm bound to an unlimited macrocosm
    Sometimes I am chaos and darkness
    Sometimes I am a hazy fragment of a comet
    Reserved and obscure
    Subjugated to my passions and the immobility of the silence
    I might live in my virtual reality made of my dreams
    I wish I could be uninspired and stop writing poetry forever
    But it is like an autodestructive thraldom
    The more I write, the more I need to write
    Not being a whole person anymore
    I am a superposition of different fragments
    Trust is more dangerous than fire
    And people are enigmatic entities.
    Esther Racah

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