I want to be like the sea
I want to be like the wind
I want to be like the leaves floating free in the mist
I want to fly away into a dream.
Elisabetta
Tag: sea
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I Want To Be Like The Sea
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The Castle By The Ocean
The castle by the ocean stood on a cliff ruled by shadows at night,
An ancient, towering fortress, fierce and fantastic, haunted and forlorn.
It rose from the rock, a sentinel of stone and memory,
Bearing witness to countless storms, its walls were stroked by time and tide.Waves mild and intense disclosed secrets long heretofore,
Stories of love and death, of struggles fought and lives surrendered.
In the moon’s pale, ghostly glares, spectres roamed the halls at dusk,
Their steps echoed through the aisles, a mournful melody.Turrets pierced through the mist, emerged scornful against the sky,
Their silhouettes were a stark contrast to the swirling fog below.
Windows, once alive with lamps, now gazed upon the sea,
Stares of sorrow, dark and unbound, reflected the endless expanse.The castle’s gates, long rusted shut, held tales of ancient treasures,
Of kings and queens, of fearless knights, their legends carved in gravel.
The castle by the ocean with walls carved by time and storms kept secret stories from days sunk in oblivion,
Each pebble bore the weight of a history’s silent song.Mirrors of the past stuck around inside every tormented chamber,
In each stone, a hidden misery and a remembrance were entombed.
The ballroom, now empty, once rang with giggle and mirth,
Feasts and proms, melodies raised, celebrating life and inception.The castle by the ocean sobbed, a lament to the sky,
Where restless spirits never perished, bound to this earthly realm.
They wandered through the twilight, shades of what once was,
Guardians of forgotten lore lost in time’s relentless haze.The library, with dusty tomes, held knowledge long since known,
Books of wisdom, spells, and dreams, their pages now unattended.
Cobwebs draped the chandeliers, their crystals dull and silver,
Once sparkling at the candlelight, now dimmed by centuries’ decay.The courtyard, overgrown with wild shrubs, where flowers used to bloom,
Now lay as silent witness to nature’s quiet doom.
However, the castle by the ocean stood firm, defiant against time,
A relic of a bygone era, preserved in sorrow’s tears.The castle by the ocean became a monument to the past,
An ancient, towering fortress, severe and feral, tormented and desolate.
Its heritage, etched in stone and sea, whispered on the wind,
A tale of unyielding resolve, where ghouls endlessly persisted.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Darkness By The Sea
Darkness by the sea, the moon’s silver light cast a glow on the restless waves,
Revealing the shadowed abyss where lay buried the deep ocean caves.
A lighthouse stood as a lone sentinel, its beam weak and frail,
Battling against the overwhelming, vast night and the whispering gale.The sea breathed out ancient secrets from chasms far below,
Where creatures long forgotten in shadowy depths did grow.
They muttered of shipwrecks, of sailors who were long lost,
Of pacts with sinister devils and the terrible, heavy cost.On storm-laden nights when the sky split violently with blinding light,
The sea revealed its raw fury, its boundless power, its dreadful might.
Waves crashed like thunderous roars, tearing relentlessly at the shore,
Unveiling the skeletal remains of the drowned, surfacing once more.A spectral figure emerged from the mist-laden, eerie gloom,
A sailor, long dead, had risen from his long-forgotten doom.
His eyes, hollow sockets, reflected the cold moon’s pale gleam,
His voice was a chilling whisper, a wraith’s unsettling dream.His spectral voice softly sighed a warning of the sea’s haunting call,
Luring with deceptive beauty that belied its darkened lies.
He followed its siren song, its glittering promise of gold,
Now he wandered the edges of its shores, his mournful story retold.The darkness by the sea held memories deeply steeped,
Of lives that were taken, of secrets that silently seeped.
Each wave was a haunting whisper, each tide was a sorrowful tear,
From the restless souls of the lost who lingered far too near.Such were the dark tales that the vast ocean did keep,
Of the restless spirits who wandered, of those who could not sleep.
For the sea, in its eerie beauty, with its tempestuous glee,
Held a darkness as deep as the abyss of the darkest sea.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Forsaken Lighthouse
The forsaken lighthouse stood on a cliff,
Where waves crashed below, and cold winds blew,
Its beacon, once a guiding light,
Now darkened by eternal night.The keeper’s ghost walked the stairs,
His heart was a web of deep despairs,
With each step, his sorrow increased,
In the lighthouse, where no light glimmered.His love was lost to the sea’s embrace,
A tragic time that could not have been erased,
He waited for her on stormy nights,
In shadows deep, beneath moonlight.The foghorn moans, a mournful sound,
A cry for souls lost and unfound,
The sea whispered tales of woe,
Of lives claimed by its undertow.The lantern room, a silent tomb,
Where once a flame cut through the gloom,
Now dark and cold, it held his pain,
In every drop of sorrow’s rain.He tended a lamp that never burned,
In endless nights, his spirit yearned,
For a return, a hopeless dream,
In the lighthouse, where shadows screamed.The waves crashed hard against the rock,
Their fury met with silent shock,
His ghostly formed, a shade of silver,
A heart that’s lost, a soul in the fray.The seagulls cried, a haunting plea,
Above the dark, relentless sea,
Their wings a blur against the sky,
In mournful flight, they, too, must have died.The forsaken lighthouse lost forever its beacon’s glow,
Besotted by the sorrow that ruled infamously,
For in that tower, shadows dwelled,
Of love lost to the ocean’s swell.Beneath the stars, his vigil kept,
As tides rose high and darkness crept,
The ghostly keeper, bound by fate,
In sorrow’s grasp, he’d always have to wait.A presence in the mist so pale,
A love-lorn ghost, a mournful tale,
The forsaken lighthouse stood as a monument,
To love and loss, forever spent,
An unextinguished flame to the broken-hearted lost in the gale.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Cursed Lighthouse
The cursed lighthouse stood up upon a cliff that stabbed the sky,
The lighthouse stood in the wind and rain,
Its beacon lost, its light gone dry,
A relic cursed with endless pain.The waves below crashed cold and fierce,
Their voices shrieking through the storm,
The keeper’s cry, no soul to pierce,
Echoes in the sea’s forlorn form.Its lantern room, now dark and bare,
Once held the light to guide the lost,
But now it waited in black despair,
A beacon to the tempest’s cost.The keeper’s ghost still roamed the stairs,
His footsteps echoed in the gale,
A sorrowed man who knew the tales,
Of mariners lost in the night’s labyrinth.The wind howled through the broken glasses,
Its fury was tempered by regret,
A haunting wail, a memory’s pass,
Of lives lost to the sea’s dark bet.The foghorn’s moan, a mournful call,
Rang out across the bitter sea,
Yet no one heard its sorrowed fall,
For all were lost to eternity.The cursed lighthouse stood, a spectral guard,
It lights a memory of old,
A curse upon its stones was marred,
A tale of sorrow, dark and cold.And so it waited upon the cliff,
To tell its tale through the tempest’s roar,
A monument to those adrift,
And the keeper’s soul always.The rain poured down in ghostly sheets,
Its rhythm was lost in the ocean’s cry,
The lighthouse wept as darkness met,
The roiling waves that never died.Each lightning flash revealed the past,
Of shipwrecked souls and broken dreams,
Their voices lingered, shadows cast,
In the storm’s relentless screams.The beacon’s light, once fierce and bright,
Now, it faded into the tempest’s dread,
A spectral glow in endless night,
Where hope and light have been since dead.The keeper’s vigil never ended,
His curse bound him to the storm,
In waves and winds, his spirit wended,
A haunting shape, forever mourned.Through mist and night, the story’s told,
Of sorrow deep and spirits old.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
I Forgot How To Smile
I forgot how to smile
In this world of pain and disguise
Masks and phantoms are all around
Barely pretending to unleash the truth
When mirrors reflect sparkling golden and silver bondsI forgot how to be free
Not falling into beautified traps with magnificent ceilings
Listening to the real sound of the wind
Whenever I breathe the fresh air of solitude
Dizzy and bewildered in a maze of deception and pitfallsI forgot how to fly
And cover my eyes with the leaves of souvenirs
Forgetting my name and the soil where I walk on
Nonsense should be my wisdom
Until I recognise the beauty of invisibilityClaustrophobic fears deceive me
Erasing all the strength I own
Striving to filter the misery in the lake where I drown
Silently closing my eyes so that I don’t cry anymore
Choking in a narrow way where I forgot how to screamIn the ethereal, unending, and eternal quest
I seclude myself in the abyss of silence and invisibility
Unconscious and reckless like a crystal in the deepness of the sea
No shadows or mirrors are my acquaintances
With no difference between the day and nightI forgot how to forget
Whilst fleeting the shallow castles of idiocy and phenomenon
Waiting for the paper cards to fold and burn in the fire of fairness
Once more and forever ignoring the ominous dread of depravity
Standing like a small leaf falling on the cold soil of the oblivionI might have forgotten the slumber of my joyful days
When I lived in the unconsciousness of my thoughts
Confident that my soul would be delighted forever in the dimness of the betrayal
Believing that the toxic clasp of doom would have enlightened my life
Having become captive to a terrible spectreI forgot how to smile with a blank mind and closed eyes
I might have been able to travel far away
Once and for all, in the idiosyncratic of my imagination
Deluding myself in glares and wonders
When after all, I dwell in a dark hollow, I claim to be my fortress.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Agony Of Uncertainty
The agony of uncertainty is my dwelling
It was all I had written on a mirror
A long sequence of characters
Which I used to write
And nothing further
Forever and never
I have been lost
Striving to remember my name and my story
Since I was born with a great devotion to art
Such joy should be life
Once everything has been forgotten with timeThe agony of uncertainty is a tree in the sea
Where it is possible to be merry
A moment has come to bear a perceived memory
Like dreams repeatedly created and destroyed
Each season and new year
The time is past and never hides
Torments are shortened by days and nights
To avoid suffering and distress
I might become pleased as I would pretend
My past life never existed
Becoming something imaginaryThe agony of uncertainty is a dark forest
Where the wounds never disappear
Only memories can unfold
Looking onward and writing my dreams
And all those unconcealed secrets
That the soul keeps as the deepest memories
The nightmares of the heart are lost in the dark
The fate of dark stars is entwined in indifference
The gloom of endless thoughts of sorrow
Lost forever in a silent emptiness
Which never diesThe agony of uncertainty and pain
Thereupon I move forward through the long desert of death
Reaching more intention and joy
My thoughts are made of fears
Bleeding each time, I became wiser
No hope was found in the devotion of love
Instants of lust in the deepest silence
Fretting about the decay of every bliss
Dread should last forever in death
When everything is lost
The truth is the door of a new consciousnessThe agony of uncertainty and delight
Always shining in an infinite reality
My heart is truly sacred
Beyond deception and mendacity
Seeking the truth as an insight
When no choice is granted
The tears, like fright, lit the earth
The grief within my soul is still alive
I should not always be afraid
Gifted with patience to keep
My soul is bound to be naive.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Dark Nightmares
Dark nightmares of morning glow
They were rising like a gentle breeze
Like heavy clouds begun to wander
Across the infinite horizon of my sight
The pleasant summer nights faded from my memories
Till the moon came gently down and my eyes gazed a far candle
In a dark chamber of grey stones
Remembering the sunny weather of the past years
I never ceased to build my castle
Writing down broken notesDark nightmares
As all the visions from a distant past are gone
And now my nightmares are glued with pains
When memories become dark, the whole world disappears
Cold dreams are like the frosty winter wind
In time I must flee, and my voice becomes true
As long as I’m alive and anguish pricks my heart
I live in a dim silence
A lotus grazes my imagination
Still lost within myselfDark nightmares of my senses’ slumber
The long loneliness of my heart
Moments lost in the world
Like shadows of a dream
Not a breath in my own mind
Thoughts belonging to the labyrinth of my soul
Far in the mist
Lying deep inside of myself
My wishes do bother me
Every time I glimpse the pain in my heartDark nightmares drag me to the infinite abyss of despair
So dismal and cold is my soul that it became dead
I’ve grown so restless in sorrow
While nothing in my life occurs but silent dreams
The sky is only a cold essence
And I am forever lonely
I walked through the darkness with a blue wind hitting me
Like tiny daggers slashing my skin
When a hasty storm broke the clouds into dust
Hushed by a mournful silence, I embraced my everlasting grief.Dark nightmares and illusions
They came and shed darkness
While each memory bent my emotions
A swarthy shudder whispered unrevealed secrets
A sea of fire emerged at the sound of my tears
Madness and dismay became my consolation and comfort
Fleeing from an insane lodging
In a fleeting moment where fragments of my soul were scattered in the cold gusts of indifference
Buying busy weeping my broken dreams
When the shadows of the clouds cast a spell on me.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Visions Of My Soul
The visions of my soul strike my mind
I never see to end of the motionless disheartenment
In silence, I wait for a prolonged rain to end
I know the world will not last forever
In hope, I live a dreamless life made of disillusions
Lies in the deepest darkness with no return at all
Where everything is dim and the night is quiet
The rising waves and the gloaming break me
Surprise and wonder echoes seem to be heard from afarThe visions of my soul fly like a rose
They are born to face the earth’s fate
I have learned how to dream
A new life is present
Every word is not a mystery
It is the only way to be
Unmindful and alone
I have never known of all the rituals I dreamt
No one should knowThe visions of my soul go back to the years and life’s past
A long journey is waiting now for me
A perfect existence to read
Though I still enjoy thinking about perspectives
I’m looking forward to each night with sadness
Perhaps it has been written without rhymes
I cannot always be concerned in ways far away too much longer to write
A very different way to be in art
I see words as they were assigned to me for the way I existThe visions of my soul have vanished in the sky
And as the birds cease singing in their nest
At twilight, my memories fade away
My heart is close to the firmament and yet so free
The dreams, the air, the sky, the sea, the trees and the earth help me to find myself
I glimpse the bright clouds and the leaves flying down
Whilst the stars gleam upon me
I become free from those old and deceitful longings.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Shadows Of Memories
Shadows of memories
They are made and forgotten
There is a thought I lost time ago
Who cares about the time?
I am walking alone on the way to my intentions
Things do seem fine and picturesque
A lifetime was then lost
The world wants to regress
Life would be extraordinary without vanityShadows of memories unfold
Like purple-tainted screams
While the eyes are still flying
Behind the illusion to exist
Just as I once had said
The presence is no longer desirable
If my true vision could see
The sea seemed to be in bloom
A new life comes once moreShadows of memories
While the world is lost on Earth
Being destined to doom
A unique moment comes when old mysteries are learned
And an hour becomes too long
Time is the beauty of a life’s mission
In my mind dwells a calm night shadow
Dressing in love’s desireShadows of memories are lost
Time keeps ticking pleasantly
Instant grief is left forgotten in the abyss of oblivion
I am sleepless, and I feel unseen
Only a dream and sorrow are discovered in my treasure chest
Since the same frolic is always played
It is rare to be happy to care when life is quite sad
And respect and love will only thrive on being authentic
In ways far gone, trust should never have been destroyedShadows of memories remain
No life should be taken for granted
Dreams and thoughts wander together
Spring came into my space
My slumber is a place of joy and regret
A mirage of infinity
The stars of memories are fading high
The soul is nothing but a breath and an illusion
In the sunshine and rain, the happiness is all goneShadows of memories in my mind
Trying to live till they start to fade
I write a lot of words that I want to release
But nothing was forgotten in my senses
When I found out my heart
Home is in the sky
Occasionally, roses play with stars
Everything is peaceful
Waiting for whatever might happen tomorrow.
Esther Elizabeth Racah