Tag: Space

  • Ruins Of Failed Dreams

    Ruins Of Failed Dreams

    Ruins of failed dreams stroke the leaves of the tree of death,
    Chaotically swirling in the emptiness of the minacious infinite abyss,
    Where obliviousness ruled as a supreme force,
    Bending the realms of beauty and delight.

    Whispers of regret and anguish became an open book of archaic tales,
    Secrets were sealed by the raindrops of darkness in the treasure chest of folly,
    Last forever and always was the hope of a better world,
    Once, dizziness overwhelmed every sense.

    Every regretful thought disappeared,
    Like a faded vision of lost memories and instants,
    Melting in the chaotic mirage of a crumbling universe,
    In the stillness of the darkness.

    Ruins of failed dreams lay dead like burnt stars,
    Not anymore gleaming through the veil of the night,
    Just miserable mementoes of what was once magnificent and exquisite,
    End of a world of fleeting illusions and ephemeral splendour.

    Echoes of forgotten desires haunted the tranquil blankness,
    And the shadows of despair clung to the remnants of broken mirrors,
    Lost in the endless hallways of time and space,
    In a desolate expanse where yesteryears and hereafter faded away.

    The ghosts of forsaken dreams drifted like spectral wraiths,
    With mournful sighs mingling with the cold winds of oblivion,
    As the last glimmer of expectations succumbed to the relentless night.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Obliviousness Of Dreams

    The Obliviousness Of Dreams

    The obliviousness of dreams as a vanishing vision,
    In the silent whispers of the night,
    Where shadows dance through the soft moonlight,
    In realms where stars blaze with secret flames.

    Beneath the veil of slumber’s grace,
    Where time and space lose their place,
    Darkness wanders through a boundless space,
    Hunting desires and dreams free to chase.

    The echoes of a forsaken elegy,
    In nightmares, they softly drift along,
    A gasp, both faint and strong,
    Where lost enigmas feel they truly belong.

    Mountains rise, and rivers bend,
    In lands where imagination can extend,
    A kingdom where sorrows strive to find an end,
    And the broken eternity begins to mend.

    In shadows cast by towering trees,
    Butterflies glide upon the mystic breeze,
    In oblivion, no place for truths with ease,
    Lost in realms where falsehoods tease.

    The longings became enslaved of grief,
    At night, they appear so quickly,
    In shadowed halls where sighs roam free,
    Whose presence brings only silent glee.

    The obliviousness of dreams, so pure,
    Where every ailment finds its cure,
    A place where all is unstable and unsure,
    In a gentle, endless adventure.

    When dawn arrives, with the dimness so light,
    Dispelling dreams in morning’s sight,
    In the realms of night, luminaries gleam with gentle sway,
    While dreams dissolve and fade away.

    A cherished thought and a golden beam,
    A memory of the nightly stream,
    In the obliviousness where dreams convene,
    Lost in a world where illusions intervene.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • 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

  • Shadows Of Memories

    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 vanity

    Shadows 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 more

    Shadows 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 desire

    Shadows 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 destroyed

    Shadows 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 gone

    Shadows 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

  • A Shattered Mirror

    A Shattered Mirror

    A shattered mirror on the door
    I am not so happy
    As I’m afraid
    I know
    My life is in despair
    And I want to think
    Yet alone
    So many beautiful feelings
    The day does not fade in silence
    On the night that was coming
    So deep inside of me

    A shattered mirror
    All life’s dreams are lost
    A fantasy about sadness and rewards
    Forever thought
    The time has been lost and has vanished away
    Nothing may end
    starting another life
    Making a way out of happiness
    Grasping another thoughtless truth
    I can’t see how I feel

    A shattered mirror with no name
    I look towards the dreams
    When I was not there
    A stable cold summer breeze
    It seemed to shine as it gazed at my long chocolate-brown hair
    When the nights were senseless, I was covered in bliss
    And the clock was far and dark
    My hopes were nothing anymore
    Feelingless tears were gone inside of dreams
    A lonely and silent night with empty dreams
    Loud were my hallucinations, like multiple images of sorrow

    A shattered mirror flows through my dream line
    A picture is found again
    I cannot see my reflection
    Birds are silent as they can’t breath
    The breeze through the water runs away to some space
    Flying over life with no desires or pleasures
    The terror of thinking makes me gasp
    Now there was none
    Only a single cloud in the dim night
    The beauty of carved and gloomy trees
    I’ve never appeared to be forgotten

    A shattered mirror
    Like a ghost with a broken smile
    My questions have no experience
    A single cry sank into the silence
    Hoping for new visions of eternity
    I cannot see through my thoughts
    I’m lonely, and I dream
    Staring at my reflection in a broken mirror
    Looking for myself with no speech
    Striving to carry the wind
    making sure that I’m still existing.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Oblivion is the poesy of mind
    Vanity and treasures are the paroxysms of nullity
    I began to strive for my hopeless dreams
    Without any intention of conquest
    Disconnected from useless inquiry
    Disintegrated is my soul
    Split in multiple fragments
    In a life hanging by a thread
    The hallucinations devastate me
    Falling into a sunken world
    With the purpose of spoiling every hope of mine
    Transforming constantly into some new shape
    Like an amorphous entity

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Shrinking in an unloveable world
    I never felt so nonsensical and translucent
    Like the death inside space
    The universe’s beauty is an image of my thoughts and beliefs
    My spiritual visions are a reflection of the dimness of my imagination
    Nothing but the wisdom of emptiness in the eternity
    Without any proper understanding of the occurrences will happen
    In the needlessness of lives
    Many exquisite moments and memories are forgotten forever
    I will become unknown as I never existed
    Forsaken in a mean destiny
    Time continues to fail inquisitively serene
    Rejecting the day’s eternal night

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    The blinking of the time passing incessantly
    There is no reason I would not suffer indifference
    Though my mind is pure as well as my heart
    I will always mourn the mediocrity of the material objectification
    That should be a secret of mine
    But I will always express myself until I breathe at the very last
    The truth could be the world’s treasure rather than a shameful blame
    Not too smart enough to sugarcoat the horrid and havoc
    At the end of the eternity
    I will never get lost in another’s perspectives
    As I am changeless and immutable in my perpetual unpredictable disposition
    Nothingness and void are my welcomed companions
    In the darkness of the nights
    When the silence hushes my breath, I shut my eyes, sorrowful.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Unempirical Realm

    An Unempirical Realm

    An unempirical realm
    As a characteristic of nature
    Poetry is an environment of emotions
    It is pretty far from pleonexia
    But extremely close to lavishness
    Wisdom is an ethereal essence
    Created to live a life of bliss and joy
    It is unfathomable and conceivable
    Nature is in everything and nothingness
    Time continues until darkness end
    A day lost in hope is lost forever
    Exhaustion of delight and lust
    An honour of anguish and hopelessness

    An unempirical realm of mystery
    Where the mind is detached and unrestrained
    A lifetime becomes an instant
    Time is unrepeatable
    The world is peaceless
    Recycled wounds are made of illusions
    Grasping the endless void of emotions futilely
    In a universe of solitons and darkness
    The emptiness becomes glorified and celebrated
    A single time of consciousness is enough
    The cosmic waves and oceans are made of ideas
    Everything gets lost in time and forsaken
    Forgotten and eternal worlds

    An unempirical realm of nature
    Enchanted without any meaning
    When every word is denied
    Seeking the beginning
    With rare selfishness and envy
    An intelligible system of life
    A single extraordinary and unknown universe
    Among the several ones
    In acts of worldly senses
    Escaping the sight of light and reality
    The realm of the depths of life
    Nothing to achieve and reach by
    But only the silence of peace

    An unempirical realm
    A landscape of old times
    The egotism of truth and denial
    The void of love and greed
    In search for a space and dimension
    By the inescapable soul enchantment
    With so many fallen dreams and precariousness
    When I perceive the shadows of the stars
    Struggling with every kind of achievement
    A devotion which was lost and recovered
    Holding a vision meant no sympathy
    The essences of life and death are enclosed
    With so many spasms of a new creation.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An imperfect heavenly shimmer collapses beyond memories
    A serene sorrow decays into a radiant touch
    A hesitating surprise dissolves in a gilded glaze
    A whispered instant is lost in every secret desire
    An unending wonder of sadness shrouds an unreal world
    Where endless spaces are filled with emptiness
    Obscure fears enclose elusive illusions
    Whilst fate devours cold shadows of dismay
    Peaceful dreams reflect on the mirror of deception
    A hushed enigma unfolds an embezzled prospect
    Scornful glooms swallow every shining longing
    In a perpetual hideous frolic of life and death.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A silent dream turns to dust
    A strong illusion ascends the flame of memories
    A whisper suddenly shuts the surrounding emotions
    A cold mist touches a fragment of an instant
    A meaningless wish melts into a burning mystery
    The empty night appears as an unknown memory
    A blurred silence breaks the chain of a hidden consolation
    The contemplation of a shining shadow nestling a dreary destiny
    The time is entwined with a surreal blooming deception
    A lost light gently falters in the space
    An intangible wind let the envious struggles fall into the nothingness
    A desperate glow and a devoted tear tremble together
    The wondering cloud shines its unfortunate secret
    Whispered with an incredible sorrow in a dead eternity.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Oppressive Dreams

    Oppressive Dreams

    Oppressive Dreams

    A dismal gloom of oppressive dreams creates unendurable torments of dark agonies
    Descending nightmares of lost illusions were once mere visions of vague hopes
    The sovereignty of dimness overshadows every small delight
    A sweet slumber captivates faded souls
    An inert gloom pervades the aether
    A gilded hope swirls in the obscureness
    Like a fragment shining in the space
    An imaginary murk encloses an unknown secret shrouded by a dark haze
    Seeking the distorted perceptions beyond the emptiness
    A surreal world surrenders to the time
    Spoils of a radiant instant chase a hidden desire
    As soon as an unsteady mist veils eternity.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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