Tag: twilight

  • Concealed Dreams

    Concealed Dreams

    Concealed dreams,
    Fly through the night,
    Hidden in shadows,
    Beyond the reach of light.

    Beneath the surface,
    They quietly glow,
    Awaiting their moment,
    A chance to vanish.

    In secret labyrinths,
    Where fantasy resides,
    They bide their time,
    And silently glide.

    In the night realm,
    They softly tread,
    Planting seeds,
    In the fearless imagination.

    Concealed dreams,
    Yearn to be free,
    To break the chains,
    And sail the sea.

    With dawn’s first light,
    They start to rise,
    Unfolding their wings,
    To kiss the skies.

    No longer hidden,
    Their voices whisper,
    Transforming the world,
    With the joy they bring.

    Concealed dreams,
    Under starlit skies,
    Woven in sighs,
    Where the quiet lies.

    They dance in twilight,
    Where wishes are spun,
    In the deep of night,
    Away from the sun.

    These dreams are sacred,
    Held close and dear,
    Unseen by many,
    But ever so clear.

    In the stillness,
    They softly bloom,
    Casting away,
    The shadows of gloom.

    Silent and patient,
    They gather might,
    Awaiting the dawn,
    To embrace the light.

    With each longing,
    They gain their form,
    Defying the tempest,
    Braving the storm.

    Concealed dreams,
    find their voice,
    singing of bliss,
    and the power of loss.

    No longer subjugated,
    They find their might,
    Painting the heavens,
    With colours so bright.

    From the abyss,
    They rise and gleam,
    Shaping the infinite,
    From a silent desire.
    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

  • Dismal Twilight

    Dismal Twilight

    Dismal twilight and ethereal lies flowed over the weeping rain.
    Fading shadows of a forsaken past were bleeding through their black veils.
    Transcendent whispers floated untamed and elusive at the sight of the uncertainty.
    Darkness and deceit entwined under the gloomy clouds of a reckless storm.
    In the realm of illusions and reality, secrets lingered as silent screams.
    Longings and memories were softly doomed as nothing could have rescued them.
    The moon’s embrace eclipsed brilliant glowing stars.
    Whenever in celestial obscurity, shadows and radiance interlaced.
    Shimmering lights adorned the night sky, while hushed truths were hidden beneath the veil of deception.
    Slowly, the gloomy dead of night descended over every garden of sparkles and flowers, fiercely shattering everything into dust.
    The absolute silent horror reigned in the realm of oblivion and nothingness.
    And nothing could have been spared from the relentless grasp of eternal silence.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Visions Of My Soul

    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 afar

    The 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 know

    The 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 exist

    The 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

  • Melancholic Twilight

    Melancholic Twilight

    Melancholic Twilight

    A melancholic twilight was in one of my dreams
    Shades of purple and pink were blending in the firmament
    A cold wind was stroking the tree fronds
    Dismay and fears were emerging like pale ghosts of my past
    A past which I could not avoid nor forget
    No choice is free when the mind is not pure
    My reflection in the mirror of dreadful yore was pursuing me
    I strove to escape a tangled past while feeling bewildered
    While I was utterly overwhelmed by disconcertion
    I discovered a melancholic twilight as my misty haven
    Emptiness and apathy would protect my inner dismay
    As I could bear all the disillusions, which life pretended to offer me
    Like a treasure, which is lying under the ocean
    Now, as always, I could keep it in a timeless lark.
    Esther Racah

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