A dreamy nighttime resurfaced in my mind as if I were living in that very moment that didn’t last as long as I wished it would. As usual, my flowing dark gown was agitated by the freezing wind while a large white wolf sat next to a black raven perched on the stone pillar with me. From my high stone balcony, I could gaze at a dragon flying in the distant sky, with an embellished archway overlooking a marvellous landscape of a misty valley, dramatic waterfalls, and a sprawling castle complex connected by stone bridges. That was definitely a dreamy nighttime to remember by the light of a warm candlelight, a glowing lantern, and the unperturbed silver light of the moon. My lovely companions could sense all the bitter grief and electrifying fears hidden in my heart no matter how much I claimed that nothing could disturb me. I often asked them about the meaning of existence and the reason why dreams were dissolved by the cynicism and indifference of humankind. Lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts, I let myself be captivated by the enchantment of that realm of beauty and magic, in the hope that I would distract my heart from the anguish that held it entangled in its thorny tendrils. In truth, I was fleeing from myself and from the darkness of the abyss of nightmares that haunted my fitful slumber. Nonetheless, a dreamy nighttime had the power to transform me into a creature of the silent night, inducing me to live a life of starlight and mysticism. In loneliness, I was no longer, absolutely I felt the protection of the fantastic inhabitants of that kingdom of dreamy nighttime. So bright were the luminaries that I felt finally welcomed and included for the very first time in my peculiar reality filled with oddities and delusions. At last, I was allowed to be made of dreams and nightmares, far away from the conventional impediments of humanity. Far away I fled astray, into the endless darkness, where splendid dreams and lugubrious nightmares merged beneath the silver gaze of the moon.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: surreal poem
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A Dreamy Nighttime
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Stars And Nightmares
Stars and nightmares alternated in the sky of my imagination
Unconscious, as I had been captivated by my nocturnal slumber
In weariness and freedom from anguish and fears
I felt like I was wandering in an endless labyrinth
Aimlessly seeking a direction or a sign
Nevertheless, I couldn’t release myself from that intricate situation
Although I was not afraid or concerned about my situation
I longed for tranquillity and stability, but I knew I couldn’t hold them in my fantastical existence
Now that the only things I could own were stars and nightmares
Nothing more for the instant I dreamed inStars and nightmares waited for me as loyal custodians of my illusional world
No distress could arm my resolute desire for infinite nights of impetuous fantasies hidden underneath a pile of regrets and expectations
Labradorite stones and precious gems with gold and silver wrapped around my arm like tempting ivies
Since I couldn’t avoid being myself in front of the mirror of life
I indulged in hiding behind the meadows of avoidance every time I refused to stare at my soul
Solitude had happened a long time ago when I fled the kingdom of sordid mortals
For I was a creature of the infinite abyss of darknessStars and nightmares had vanished from my dreams now that I’ve become more sceptical, and no candlestick or magic stone could grab my attention anymore
Even the sound of thunderstorms didn’t concern me
In my bizarre life of secrecy and balderdash, everything could have been possible and impossible at the same time
Because the pendulum of that realm had ceased to function, and no clock was willing to help me in that disorienting wilderness
In a gleaming darkness made of dreams, nightmares, hope and anguish, I merged with my deceitful daydreams
In an infinite loop of delight and bliss, despite the dread hiding beneath.
Elisabetta Esther -
Betrayed Dreams
Betrayed dreams were trapped in a dim chasm where fates were doomed.
Whispered tales revealed fate’s cruel descent.
Beneath the moon’s cold, watchful gaze,
Lay the past where hopes had died.In twilight’s hush, the atmosphere grew eerie,
As dark secrets began to whirl.
Dreams once woven with silver threads,
Turned pale and dim, cold and dead.In forgotten rooms where laments wept,
Silent murmurs invoked dreams and illusions.
Through the misty veils of sorrow’s shroud,
Wandering ghouls summoned long-lost regrets.In a garden wild with brambles and thorns,
Where happiness and brightness once had rambled,
Stood a phantom, cold and stark,
Guarding the graves of dreams now dark.Waves of delight faded, turning into wails,
In the dark night where truth had been belied.
Promises shattered like fragile crystal,
In the shadows of a tarnished past.In cobbled roads beneath the fog,
Lay the remnants of melancholic memories.
Once hopeful verses now turned to dust,
In the silence, everything had disintegrated.The clock hands moved in mournful time,
Marking the end of each hope’s chime.
In the stillness of the darkness, remembrances stirred,
Of betrayed dreams, now gone, forsaken.The fire’s warmth, now cold and dim,
The light of hope was no longer trimmed.
In the ashes of what once had gleamed,
Lay the remnants of betrayed dreams.In twilight’s arms, where shadows slumbered,
Lay the legend of dreams that had once lived in the labyrinth of imagination.
In the garden of whispered winds and silent screams,
Shadows danced upon the traces of bygone dreams.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Realm Of Solitude And Death
The realm of solitude and death was the reality of the empirical world,
Where the paroxysm of loud emptiness and obscenity extinguished the frail beauty and delight.Somewhere between the darkness and light, there was a realm of lost desires,
With no expectations left but only a bitter awareness.Soft-spoken words, once tender like nocturnal whispers, were swallowed by the abyss of emptiness,
Their gentle promises were gripped by a greedy void that rendered them meaningless.In such a harsh landscape, beauty was turned into a fleeting spectre, easily consumed by the relentless nothingness,
Delight, once magnificent and resplendent, had withered under the weight of pervasive desolation.Dreams and aspirations lay scattered, their essence extinguished by the crushing weight of a cruel reality,
Echoes of unfulfilled longings were carved on the cold stones of a barren infinity, starkly contrasting with dreams.Every utterance, every mellow promise, disappeared into the darkness,
The silence, absolute and isolating, caused even the most earnest expressions of feelings to be meaningless.The realm of solitude and death induced fragments of hope and beauty to be forever eclipsed,
Forever forsaken in the relentless march of blankness and sorrow.Crying out of despair was just useless because of the imperishable cruelty of fate.
All the ghostly puppets were powerless, and with time, they believed only to be worthless.The terrific silence of the annihilation echoed in the entire universe,
Where the obscurity destroyed even the faintest flicker of light.In this vast emptiness, the stars seemed to mourn in their loneliness; their once bright glow was now reduced to a cold, apathetic shimmer.
The veil of existence was but a thin cloth, easily torn by the ceaseless winds of despair, leaving behind only relics of bygone days.
Amidst this astral desolation, expectations lay buried beneath layers of relentless darkness, suffocated by the heaviness of the eternal void.
Each moment persisted, a remembrance of the unyielding nature of this forsaken realm, where the past and future dissolved into an infinite abyss of sorrow.
And so, the abyss of solitude and death remained, an unending memento of the demise of lost dreams, where even echoes of existence faded into eternal quietness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Oblivious Desires
Oblivious desires hid beneath the starred sky,
Nonsense from the clouds of voluptuous dreams,
Becoming nightmares of an endless night spent in the labyrinth of darkness,
Love and death were entwined like roses and thorns.Magic mirages were a transcendent wisp,
Illusions faded with the breaking dawn,
Phantasms that weathered on the edges of reality,
Vanishing like shadows when the light was drawn.The moon whispered secrets to the silent sea,
As waves crashed with a mournful melody,
Lost souls wandered in the twilight’s embrace,
Seeking consolation in the echoes of a forgotten cry.How indifferent were the stars to every earthly plight,
Glimmering coldly in their distant domain,
Witnessing the folly of mortal yearnings,
As dreams dissolved into the night again.Oblivion embraced those who dared to dream and forget,
In the realm where light and shadow met,
Their desires, ephemeral as morning mist,
Vanished in the twilight, bittersweet.The labyrinth’s passages recounted tales,
Of love lost in the periods of time,
Where roses wilted and thorns remained,
In the garden of memories and regrets, so hauntingly sublime.Beneath the luminaries’ indifferent gaze,
Hope flickered like a candle’s flame,
Destined to be devoured by the obscurity,
Although burning brightly anyway.In the end, the dusk claimed everything,
Dreams and desires, love and strife,
Leaving only the silence of eternity,
In the labyrinth of the endless nights.
Esther Elizabeth Racah