Tag: reveries

  • 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

  • Winter Gardens

    Winter Gardens

    Winter gardens of lost memories,
    Where frost clung to the withered roses,
    Silent whispers through the twisted trees,
    In the hush where the cold wind blew.

    Echoes of reveries, now long gone,
    Stirred the barren, shadowed soil,
    Time’s breath on the frost, a muted melody,
    In the quiet where the past was never to be found.

    Underneath the snow, the secrets lay,
    Frozen dreams in a spectral light,
    The ghosts of moments that drifted and sighed,
    In the garden’s mournful, endless night.

    Winter gardens of lost hopes,
    Where every snowflake was a wistful tear,
    Remnants of bliss in the icy breeze,
    Softly faded through the years.

    Beneath the ice, the earth still wept,
    As the sun dipped low in the sky,
    Shadows lingered where the sorrow seeped,
    And the past’s faint relics silently faded.

    Each hidden path led to a mysterious tale,
    In the stillness, secrets panted,
    Time wove its web with a delicate veil,
    Of forgotten dreams, it concealed beneath.

    In the twilight’s chill, the spectres played,
    Danced through the frost’s embrace,
    Guardians of memories lost and invisible,
    In the garden’s cold, silent space.

    Winter gardens of lost memories,
    Timeless realms where shadows blended,
    Preserved fragments of their reveries,
    Until the thaw brought them to an end.

    Whispering groves of forgotten tales,
    Where instants of time slowly blended,
    In the still of the night, underneath ghastly trees,
    Lost longings from the past died away.

    Frozen branches cradled dreams unspoken,
    In their grasp, a fragile repose,
    Silence infused new life into dreams once broken,
    Where every frost-bitten memory bloomed.

    Amidst the snow’s cold, delicate lace,
    Phantoms of old hopes softly trod,
    In the garden’s frost-kissed, sacred space,
    Lay the eternal quiet of what was said.

    Winter gardens of lost memories,
    Guardians of time’s elusive grace,
    Held the past in its frozen seas,
    Till the thaw unveiled their hidden place.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Twisted Obsessions

    Twisted Obsessions

    Twisted obsessions of failed dreams,
    In the darkened corners of the subconscious,
    Where shadows unleashed dreams unwound,
    A world of obsessions, all alone.

    Whispers echoed through the sordid obscurity,
    Drawing wraiths to forbidden lights,
    A touch, a sigh, a fleeting glance,
    Lost in the thrall of a reckless trance.

    Desires stolen and broken, out of reach,
    Longings hidden, cruel and true,
    Yearning for those invisible chimaeras the day denied,
    In silent, shamed, and sleazy cries.

    Souls that sought what they should shun,
    Minds that ached for the undone,
    In a labyrinth of illusions and betrayal,
    Obsessions took their hidden refuge.

    A tangled web of despair and loss,
    A dungeon where dark passions bred,
    Haunted in a ghostly daze,
    Lost forever in a damning swirl.

    A gloom and spark remained amidst the chains of dissolution,
    On the deepest night, twisted obsessions ensnared all the dreamers,
    In an abyss of despair and fear with no turning points,
    Even if hope was not a lost cause.

    Twisted obsessions of gloomy fates were the cruel rulers of chaotic existences,
    Once again, they were reborn each nighttime,
    Under the influence of an uncertain order of arcane forces.

    Numbness and slumber remained faithful companions of painful reveries,
    Whenever the desire for despair and sorrow trapped every delight,
    In the midst of the chaos and unknown,
    A game of subjugation and delirium.

    Twisted obsessions and sad insanities,
    Danced on the edges of broken hearts,
    Feeding on the remnants of the soundness of mind,
    Spinning tales of endless binds.

    Sighs of broken promises were released,
    Only to fall into the most profound distress of the night,
    Where shadows became the only lonely and friendly essences,
    And the sun’s happiness was out of sight.

    In such a realm, where reality was fractured,
    Dreams and fears became a forest of drear,
    A fictitious masquerade of hopes defiled,
    By the weight of twisted time.

    Indeed, in the heart of this desolation,
    Every gleam of delight faded away,
    Souls were swallowed by the dark embrace,
    And lost dreams continued to fray.

    Twisted obsessions, relentless and cold,
    Fractured every delight into a shattered mould,
    Leaving behind a void where hope had once dwelled.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shells Of Memories

    Shells Of Memories

    Shells of reveries in the quiet silence of the night,
    Unreachable places that don’t exist anymore but in ethereal memories,
    Shattered dreams lingering behind shadows.

    Still reveries, once vivid, now grown dim,
    Like ghostly whispering on the wind,
    Glimmering weakly in twilight’s grasp,
    Lost in time, they slipped and rasped.

    Soundless images faded into the emptiness,
    In the dimming light of forgotten places,
    Where happiness once rang clear and bright,
    Now, only sorrow haunted the night.

    Echoes of bliss once demure,
    Now but spectres, obscure,
    Haunted the corners of the imagination,
    Leaving emptiness behind.

    In the crypt of broken memoirs,
    Where each dream might have been the last,
    Skeletons of memories lay,
    In the graveyard of goodbye.

    Intricate threads of fate in the silent abyss,
    Where memories faded,
    And nightmares were the relentless thieves behind shadows of longings,
    While stole moments wove grief.

    Castles in the air became ruins of despair,
    As midnight’s secrets hid behind a mosaic of stars in a forgotten sky,
    At the echoes of tales of tears and sighs,
    Fading slowly into the moonlight.

    Relics of memories etched in the sand,
    Were washed away by time’s burden,
    In the gentle rise and fall of life’s tide,
    Everything that once was whole is now fragmented.

    Whispers of ancient times were faint and frail,
    Like petals of autumn that drifted in the gale,
    In the infinite chasm, they dwelt,
    Forsaken and erased from the memory of the emptiness.

    The abyss of eternity swallowed everything into oblivion,
    Where existence faded into the endless expanse.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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