Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Love and Loss

  • The Crystal Rose

    The Crystal Rose

    A crystal rose was hiding in a garden where shadows eternally grew,
    This was a rose made of crystal and ice,
    Its petals gleamed with a ghostly glow,
    And its thorns pierced deep like a silent vice.

    No fragrance drifted from its frozen bloom,
    Only a chill that gnawed at the bone,
    Fragments of sorrow entombed in the gloom,
    Echoed around it in a hollow tone.

    Its beauty was sharp as a midnight scream,
    A relic of longing and unfulfilled grace,
    Glistening coldly under the moon’s faint light,
    Reflecting the void in its frozen facade.

    Legends divulged that it was born from despair,
    When a lover’s heart turned bitter and cold,
    A cruel enchantment cast in the air,
    Binding his grief in the crystal to hold.

    Now it stood, unmoved by time’s cruel hand,
    A relic of loss where no life could grow,
    In the forsaken and frostbitten land,
    Forever to haunt in the twilight’s glow.

    Its petals shattered with a touch too near,
    Leaving nothing but shards of forgotten woe,
    For no warmth or love could ever draw near,
    To the heart of the crystal rose below.

    Beneath its roots lay a tale untold,
    Of a grave where hopes and dreams were laid,
    Entwined with frost and forever cold,
    In the shadow where all light must fade.

    The winds howled through the desolate night,
    Melody of a love that was doomed from the start,
    Their vestiges lingered, fragile and slight,
    Like the faint, breaking beat of a glass heart.

    The crystal rose endured in its sorrow’s embrace,
    A monument to passion turned to stone,
    Its silent beauty haunted this forgotten, forlorn place,
    A relic of anguish, forever alone.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Lost Desires

    Lost Desires

    In the chamber, dust collects on dreams,
    Lost desires whisper through the seams.
    Love letters yellowed with time,
    Words once fervent now seem like a crime.

    Fading photographs on the wall,
    Captured moments where shadows fall.
    Once vibrant hopes, now ghostly shades,
    Mirrors of deception cast enigmatic spells.

    A wilted rose waits in a forgotten vase,
    Each petal is a token of a vanished grace.
    Promises whispered beneath the moon,
    Now drift like leaves, a sorrowful tune.

    The clock chimes softly, a distant sound,
    Reminders of dreams buried underground.
    Longings linger like phantom’s sighs,
    What was lost cannot be denied.

    In the mirror’s reflection, a vacant stare,
    Lost desires haunt, a weight hard to bear.
    The heart aches for what might have been,
    For love unfulfilled, trapped in between.

    In empty passageways, the shadows play,
    Reminders of what slipped away.
    Conversations linger in the air,
    While silence echoes, a vacant glare.

    The fireplace crackles, its warmth long gone,
    Remembrances flicker like the break of dawn.
    Once shared moments, now bittersweet tales,
    As wandering through the halls of defeat.

    With every tear, a wish dissolves,
    In the abyss of sorrow, the heart twists.
    However, still, mortals chase those fading lights,
    In the hollow dark of endless nights.

    Lost desires bind like invisible chains,
    Each yearning whisper amplifies the pain.
    Finally, in the stillness, there lies a spark of darkness,
    A flicker of dismay lights up the eternity.

    Every heart mourns what’s lost to time,
    In the forsaken lore of lost desires,
    Among mysterious myths of love and longing,
    Forever undisclosed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Last Night

    The Last Night

    The last night unfolded beneath a sky cloaked in shadows,
    A tattered tapestry was woven with memories of love and loss.
    Stars flickered dimly, reflecting fading recollections.
    In the quiet, the heart thudded heavily,
    A farewell to all that had been cherished.

    With every sigh, inevitability settled deeper,
    Wrapping around the soul like a cold shroud.
    Conversations once vibrant dwindled to whispers,
    The air was overloaded with unspoken goodbyes.
    Each pause stood as a memory of what had slipped away,
    As silence engulfed the space between words.

    The night grew long, stretching into eternity,
    Echoing with the ghosts of choices made.
    Shadows crept closer, intertwining with dark thoughts,
    Faces appeared in fleeting visions,
    Their smiles faded into the abyss of sorrow,
    As longings mingled with the chill of despair.

    Time felt suspended; the universe held its breath,
    Allowing the heart to linger in anguish,
    As dawn approached, it bore the weight of endings.
    Each ray of light served as a cruel reminder
    Of the last night that passed into oblivion,
    A darkness that would not quickly release its grip.

    Lingering warmth brushed against the remnants,
    Yet even in light, memories clung to the air,
    Etched into the soul, a monument to finality,
    The last night, a bittersweet elegy,
    Haunting the chambers of remembrance,
    A reminder of love intertwined with loss.

    As the stars faded, so did the last night,
    Leaving behind echoes of what had been,
    A sombre farewell whispered into the dawn.
    Yet within that silence, a glimmer remained,
    The promise that even in endings,
    Life continued, ever turning, ever aching.

    Reveries danced like shadows in the fading light,
    Each heartbeat resonated with the weight of dreams lost in the eternity,
    The final night lingered, whispering truths and lies,
    A haunting reminder that all things must part.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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