Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: mystical poetry

  • Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering in oblivion with the certitude in my heart that I belonged more to my afflictions than to my desires
    I knew not where my fate was taking me
    The only inevitability I couldn’t avoid was my obsessive quest to follow my dreams
    My fantastic world was all I demanded so impulsively
    And that everlasting flame was glowing intensely into my heart

    I felt betrayed by the time and all the previous events that dragged me into the pit of anguish
    It was real as much as I was breathing, and I couldn’t prevent being overwhelmed
    A huge imaginary mountain was on my chest, for I didn’t realise I had brought such huge exhaustion over and over again for a considerable time, too many times
    Lost and deluded, I chose seclusion as a way to bear that overflowing burden

    So far I wandered that I got lost in mazes and forests, for I was seeking pursuits and chances
    Even though I knew there was no compass guiding me in the infinite darkness of the nights I spent in dizziness and confusion
    Bitter was the dismay that distressed my heart in the loneliest journey of my existence
    Whenever I searched for comfort, I only found sparse, few and far-between hopes for a spark of delight

    The sunlight became bright and dark, creating shadows all over my path, while the moon advanced with pride as the queen of the long nights when my slumber was trembling with fear of the unknown. At last, I could hear the silence whispering presages and tales. Hence, there I was, lonely in my frailty and chaos, never ready for new adventures whilst wandering in oblivion and suspense. I had forgotten all my bygone remembrances as well as my name and my most cherished dreams.

    As long as the moon shone alongside the stars, I could make wishes that shattered at the mountain’s peak. But all fell silent, and I remained in my castle, admiring the splendid panorama before me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Magic Sunsets

    Magic Sunsets

    Magic sunsets manifested in the abyss of torpor and oblivion
    While the ocean breeze stroked my hair in the unconsciousness of my slumber
    Although I had relinquished the kingdom of shallowness and impermanence
    I never settled for an adventure bound to rational manuscripts and shoddy fantasy

    I always dreamed of magic sunsets and enchanted castles
    Mostly when the ancient clock of my secret mansion ticked each second of my life
    It pressured me to advance and grab as much knowledge as I could
    But each time I drank from the goblet of wisdom
    Every memory would vanish away like tiny sand grains in the wind

    In vain I cried, and as desperate as I was, I evoked the spirits of that magical realm of sugary illusions and flaming roses
    The magnificent sunlight greeted me each day without ceremonies
    But only making my roses bloom like shimmering gems in every shade of orange and red

    Beneath sparkling magic sunsets, each lantern glimmered to chaperone me to the precious and beloved castle that was in front of me exactly as I had imagined it
    The aura was full of exquisite flower scents whose petals were falling all over me like confetti raindrops
    Orange quartz, citrine and carnelian adorned my hair under the shape of a fabulous crown, and tangerine flowers adorned my dress

    I could intentionally realise that I was no longer dreaming, being part of a marvellous world where dreams always came true, and happiness was spilling all over the realm
    The enchantment of that fairy tale was so intense that I hadn’t even realised I was completely alone, save for the legendary creatures
    No doubt or fear could touch me now that I was the sovereign of my world of wonders and oddities

    Without ever tearing my gaze away from the beauty of those magical sunsets that had transported me into my world of imprudence and frenzy, I finally embraced my bizarre and mysterious fate with its myriad of surprises and eternal marvel.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Under Dreams And Enchantments

    Under Dreams And Enchantments

    Under spells and enchantments
    In nightmares I lived my nighttimes
    Surrounded by withered roses
    Dreaming of castles in the aether

    I wandered endlessly in the forest of the realm of oddities and wonders
    Wishing to find the secrets of wisdom and foolishness
    Although I knew that there was no certainty in this perilous path
    Being my fate an ocean of obscure surprises

    Invisible shadows whispered my name and announced my future ventures
    Beautiful ravens followed me like faithful and devoted companions
    And beyond my imagination, that fantastical world manifested in all its frightful marvels

    Under spells and enchantments
    I knew not who I really was
    Surrounded by stone flowers and magic lanterns
    Dreaming of flying dragons beneath the purple moonlight

    Delighted by the company of ancient books and candles
    I embarked on my own journey of knowledge and nonsense
    For I felt a creature of the infinite night
    Devil-may-care, I walked through forsaken aisles in decadent castles

    I felt a tiny speck in an endless infinity
    While admiring the magnificent landscapes the night was offering me
    Beneath a night sky adorned with stars and clouds
    Mesmerised by magic mirrors and crimson roses

    I couldn’t have imagined that I was able to transcend the reality that had limited my fantasy for so long
    But there I was
    Me and my enchanted dreams
    At last
    Under spells and enchantments
    In my own realm of fantasy
    A deliberate victim of my own illusions

    Previously, I had lingered endlessly in the grey zone of hopes and sorrows
    However, I decided to embrace a new transformation
    Detaching from all my previous versions of myself
    Nevermore watching back

    Forever longing for marvellous castles floating in the air in my garden of crimson roses and arcane trees
    Faraway from the abyss of nothingness
    Evermore under spells and enchantments.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Shadows Of My Dreams

    The Shadows Of My Dreams

    The shadows of my dreams vanished in the emptiness of the night when silence dared to whisper obstreperous secrets.

    So much I coveted to let my fantasy free and untamed that I was willing to let the night sky overwhelm me with its mysterious beauty and fearlessness.

    An enchanted castle was my invisible dwelling where I could play hide and seek with the stars. At the same time, the silver moonlight shone through the crystal chandelier of my empty house.

    The light hid behind the dark shadows, and everything seemed more blurred and phantasmagorical

    The further my imagination travelled, the greater was the confusion that ruled my heart, and finally I was finding leisure while obscured by magnificent clouds

    It seemed to live in the realm of dreams and illusions with no quest for a destination, and no interest in a time-bound domain of decrees

    Time had fallen into oblivion, and nonsense became wisdom, for I was no longer obliged to follow the restrictions of shallow humans

    I was the ruler, and I allowed myself to surrender to the shadows of my dreams as if I were unaware of any consequences

    A realm made of shadows and dreams had become my cherished abode where I could sense protection and immortality

    No mortal could harm me anymore or spoil my treasured dreams because I had by then become out of their reach

    Could I have endured those ephemeral circumstances? I knew not, since I had chosen to live in obliviousness to immerse myself in the ocean of bliss

    The night was a valley of tranquillity, and the silence encouraged me to overcome my fear of being unsteady

    Unquestionably, unsteadiness had become my inevitability, and the infinity of the night’s darkness welcomed me in its majestic embrace, full of the shadows of dreams.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Spectacular Mirage

    A Spectacular Mirage

    A spectacular mirage manifested before my eyes in a torrid night of discomforts
    Everywhere there was a scalding haze made of phantomatic dreams and delighting chimaeras
    Never a doubt caught me while a storm of nightmares was brewing over the night sky
    And everything was just darkness and infinity

    I only needed to lose myself to discover my real self
    So many times I have climbed insurmountable heights to realise that I had metamorphosed into something totally different
    Like an ethereal shape that would change incessantly without abeyance
    Each time desiring something new

    The different windows of my life had shut and opened
    Disclosing a multitude of scenarios and dreamland
    The sun had conquered me while the moon hid viciously behind a blanket of spectacular stars
    Majestic dreams had always overwhelmed my heart, and I found myself in an ocean of tears and anguish

    Wandering into the forest of bliss and delight
    I had lost myself permanently
    As if I were unable to think and keep sparkles of wisdom in my treasure chest
    Everything was darkness
    Nothing was translucent
    No aid would have reached me in that mayhem
    Every part of my body and heart could feel the great tragedy of existence

    Dreaming of isles and oceans where nothing had sense
    Nor even desiring
    I could feel myself flimsy like a tiny flower carried away by the winds
    At the mercy of the winds and raging storms
    I wandered in confusion, traversing kingdoms and labyrinths
    In a way, I was detached from my longings, and I was eager to embrace new realms and visions

    A spectacular mirage awaited me beyond the shadows of the night sky
    As an enchantment ready to cast a mysterious spell over me
    Not taking care of any concern, I resigned myself to my fate.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness ruled the realm of the night
    Whenever the shadows whispered in the night
    Unveiling secrets like little shining gems
    While the moon was glimmering in the sky inhabited by spirits and stars
    Surrounded by clouds and hazy images
    Magnificence made every flower bloom in the secrecy of the night
    Only when the mystery was enlightened by candles for those who dared to venture into the kingdom of chimaeras and enigmas
    Where nothing could have been revealed effortlessly in the daylight to mortal sights

    I was proceeding with an unsteady step as I felt the sparkling darkness opening the path to me, with flying dragons chaperoning me at the magic light of lanterns
    The delightful flowers I encountered brightened like glistening luminaries that captivated me with their exquisite scent and unique beauty
    Enchanted castles and precious gems were not just visions but the manifestation of my extravagant dreams
    I have become the queen of this supernatural and bewitching realm that came into existence from my nocturnal imaginations
    Every desire I have always coveted dearly became tangible as my fantasy had transformed into reality

    In this infinite darkness of my cherished dreams, nothing was impossible, and my extraordinary fate never ceased to surprise me
    There was no uncertainty nor fear in this world of mine, where I could feel safe and protected
    Gargoyles made of ancient stone came to life to breathe magic and infinity
    While the cool breeze of the night softly stroked my long hair, enfolding me like a delicate shawl made of lace and tulle
    The sparkling darkness that bore fear for the ordinary mortals had become my secret haven, where nobody could ever have found me
    Invisible as I was to the human gaze, but visible to the mythical creatures attending my journey

    And therein I remained, as I was embodying the darkness and the night
    Unknown was my future since my dazed destiny had paved intricate routes for me to traverse
    Like in an endless journey where I was embracing every pristine and bizarre novelty
    There was more to come and nothing to fear any longer
    Because there was no beginning or end anymore.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A storm of forsaken longings overwhelmed my humble slumber in a torrid night
    I lost myself in the garden of daring dreams
    I proceeded to embrace my transformation
    I became a creature of the night and the custodian of the most secret enigmas of the stars
    So dazzlingly dark the night sky had become
    That I forgot every dream of mine
    A lullaby enchanted me and I dared not feel any anguish
    Unaware of what wisdom could have taught me
    While I lived on the scent of the flowers of illusion
    Willing to come to be a bloom blushing under the moonlight

    A storm of forsaken longings appeared in my night dreams
    As if I were bound to an endless labyrinth of delusional enthusiasm
    Whenever a bitter apprehension emerged like a ghost, it made me feel like a seashell made of sand and wind
    Under the influence of all the whims of my unsteady fate
    Hence, I felt the urge to embrace my chaos and vulnerability
    Although I was fragile like a snowflake
    I never ceased to endure the challenges of my destiny
    So much I had coveted to take a look at the crystal orb retaining all the riddles of my future
    That I wished to be a witch ruling the realms of the sea and sky

    I had always questioned all the mirrors encountered in my quest to discover my true self
    I really yearned to catch a glimpse of my real image
    But I have never been allowed to rest my gaze on those silver surfaces
    I had become a mystery to myself
    I never made an acquaintance with my soul
    And my heart could have known more than me what I truthfully was
    Even when the ocean breeze had whispered my name, I couldn’t understand what the great mystery of existence was.
    I felt infinite and finite at the same time.
    An everlasting flame embodied my passions, which not even the most fierce storm could ever extinguish.
    No forsaken longings.
    Only crimson roses blooming under a starry sky.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Night Lies Over Me

    The Night Lies Over Me

    The night lies over me like an immense quilted blanket of stars and gloomy clouds
    Sweet are the whispers of my dreams that welcome me into their magical alcove
    Lost in the depths of my imagination
    I continue to wander in the night
    Unaware of my fate, I am blindfolded on my uncertain path
    Letting the disquiet burn in my heart as if I were a candle in a storm
    I wait for the thorns to turn into feathers in my secret garden of mystery
    Everything is concealed from my eyes
    And I wake up in the haze and turmoil
    In front of me only emptiness and the scent of fear
    How long could I have fed myself on the illusion of my dreams?
    I know not as long as the clouds obscured the stars
    I covet fondly the freedom of birds lingering in the firmament
    I struggle intensely to catch a glimpse of withered flowers and evanescent butterflies
    And the night lies over me again like a layered shroud
    Quietly the wind whispers legends and enchantments
    Taking me into the fantastic realm of chimaeras and the overworld
    Where no mortal soul could be conceived
    Since only fabulous creatures inhabit my fantasy
    Loneliness surrounds me and hushes my eagerness to lose myself easily in the maze of foolishness
    I sense my dreams as the only reality where I am my tangible self
    An ocean filled with delusions and empty shells attempts to swallow my awareness
    The exquisite scent of roses and magnolias cannot rescue me any longer
    Since the oblivion of the night’s desires takes hold of me
    It was too late for me to redeem my heart
    In the solitude of the dusk
    When everything seemed so painfully calm
    Alas, could I finally find myself in the lost abyss of my ineptitude?
    I sigh and dream
    No further wisdom enlightens my vision
    Now that the night lies over me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Tragedies

    A Storm Of Tragedies

    A storm of tragedies suddenly overwhelmed me
    Dragging me into the abyss of despair and surrender
    A delight for my weeping heart that was burning like an inextinguishable flame
    My fate knew no expectation
    No longing was any longer granted to me
    I had been overwhelmed once again
    And I had been forsaken by my own stars
    Rather, I had been retained in shadows and dismay
    Lost in my soliloquies
    I realised that it was all a dreadful dream
    A nightmare in disguise
    And so the eternal night never came to an end
    The sky was invisible to me
    While I was relegated to my secret vault
    In solitude and dismay, I was destined to endure my existence
    Emptiness was swallowing me from within
    As I could hear the sound of my tears collapsing incessantly on the frigid soil
    Anguish didn’t spare my heart, stroking it like a ceaseless dismay
    I knew not what destiny might have reserved for me
    Dread kept my heart in pangs, helpless in its naivety and foolishness
    Even the moon averted its gaze from me
    Whilst a deafening silence surrounded me
    The cold wind of the eternal night could no longer hurt me
    Since I had become a creature of darkness, without longings or expectations
    My downfall had become my reprieve
    I had found delight in discomfort and grief
    My secret refuge was made of dust and bare stones
    My comfort and haven were made of chaos
    Dreaming of starlight and love was only a remote chimeara
    I was no longer the privileged creature of stars and rainbows
    Instead, I belonged to the realm of gloomy skies and vicious traps
    In my frozen loneliness and seclusion
    Therein I was destined to subsist in decadence and sweet melancholy
    With no rescue or transformation
    Pearls and tears were flowing down my face and body
    And I remained therein forever.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Sinking Underneath The Ocean Floor

    Sinking Underneath The Ocean Floor

    Sinking underneath the ocean floor
    With a painful grief like chains of sorrow
    Feeling disoriented and lost
    Like the death had reached for my heart with its numbing breath
    While I was letting the water and earth take advantage of my body

    I felt dark shadows and gods from the underworld touch my soul
    They imprinted their fire branding upon my hand of clay
    The path was established for eternity
    And I awakened as one of their kin, reborn in shadow.
    Elisabetta

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