Tag: wonder

  • The Night

    The Night

    The night opens my heart, made of tragedies and memories. Silence remains merely an echo of my anguish.

    Sweet is the thought of losing oneself in dreams when they become eternal whispers. The subtle play of revelations and allusions is a gentle kiss of love and passion that time does not disturb.

    Light and shadow merge into one another, in an absolute love. The flames of the heart feed on the solitude of the soul beneath the starlight that no longer shines to illuminate, but to recall lost memories.

    Endless games between illusion and wonder hide in the darkness of light. My sorrowful and shadowed heart has fallen into the chaos of eternal torpor.

    I am a volcano of fire and chaos, surrounded by shadows of anguish and restlessness. My guardians are magical crows and silent hares.

    In my solitude, melancholy and confusion are my faithful spectres that never abandon me.

    Drowsy and dazed, I find refuge in my silent torpor: the distorted mirrors are the signs of my resignation.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Desolation In The Midst Of The Night

    Desolation In The Midst Of The Night

    Desolation in the midst of the night awakens me
    Leaving in a gorge of anguish and decadence
    Melancholy and sadness are my favourite cronies
    Guiding me through the labyrinth of foolishness

    Dreams and delusions entwine under the dim light of the night sky
    Where the stars hide behind a forest the clouds
    Waiting for a storm to arrive
    While I keep disguising myself in a garden of glowing flowers

    The freezing wild wind shakes me
    Until I lose control of my heart flying away from me
    Getting exhausted from my endless wandering
    I stop searching for a direction and I fall into an eternal slumber

    The realm of dreams and impossibilities is my kingdom
    Where I can be myself without explanations
    Where I can fly from one flower to another one
    Unconcerned about time and fleeting realities

    Becoming a fairy in a magic garden nothing can touch me
    And I sing all the most beautiful melodies together with birds and butterflies
    The glowing flowers are my home

    Poetry lyrics become my only way to express myself
    A sweet decadence and a gothic scent cast a spell over me
    And I sing all my secret poems to the stars that watch over me
    And the horizon becomes clear with dim lights and glowing colours

    Desolation in the midst of the night became my portal to another world
    A world of beauty, fantasy and wonders
    Where all dreams are a reality and no illusion is possible
    Because everything is possible in my dreams even touching the stars

    In my cotton candy world, I can fly high until I touch the clouds and let a blizzard carry me far away
    While the wind strokes my hair, revealing the secrets of the stars
    My castle is in a labyrinth of velvet darkness and silver mist
    where fragments of long-forgotten dreams waltz with the midnight muses
    In an eternal embrace of night and day.
    Elisabetta

  • Foggy Nights

    Foggy Nights

    Foggy nights had shrouded the moon’s pale face,
    Whispers of mist had woven through the air,
    Silent streets had been glazed with a ghostly trace,
    A world of shadows had become a hidden and rare realm.

    Lamp posts had flickered with a subdued light,
    Cloaked in different shades of black, blue, and grey, while the towns had slept,
    Noises had echoed, faint and renewed,
    In the fog, every secret had been kept and never revealed.

    Dreams had drifted in the haze as unknown visions,
    Fear and wonder had intertwined,
    In a realm of silence and solitude,
    Foggy nights had been shining mysteries.

    Windows had glowed with muffled lights,
    Shapes had moved softly as undefined geometries,
    Every sound had been a breathless fright,
    On foggy nights, where time had been unlimited.

    The past had emerged, lost in a grey mist,
    Forgotten whispers, fleeting, near,
    Old memories, like ghosts, had replayed,
    On foggy nights, they had reappeared.

    Each corner had held a hidden tale,
    Of love, of sorrow, left behind,
    On foggy nights, where voices had trailed,
    In the mist, their secrets had become bound.

    Lonely souls had wandered the veil,
    Seeking solace in the gloom,
    Foggy nights, where shadows had sailed,
    Through the twilight’s quiet chamber.

    Cloaked figures had drifted through the haze,
    Their faces had been lost, their stories untold,
    Through foggy nights, they had wandered in a daze,
    In this eerie silence, they had been bold.

    Cobblestones had glistened underfoot,
    Each step a whisper, soft and light,
    In the fog, they had sought what had been forgotten,
    Chasing echoes through the night.

    Creeping ivy had embraced old walls,
    Silent sentinels of time gone by,
    On foggy nights, the past had recalled,
    Whispering secrets to the sky.

    Phantom sighs in the alleyways,
    Guided by the moon’s faint glow,
    In the stillness of the foggy maze,
    A timeless prom, slow and low.

    Ancient oaths and broken vows,
    Hidden deep in the fog’s embrace,
    On foggy nights, they had whispered now,
    Lingering in every haunted place.

    From night to dawn, the fog had remained,
    A veil that had wrapped the town in lore,
    Foggy nights, where time had abstained,
    And mysteries had reigned forevermore.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The unveiled dreams of the night,
    In the imperative silence and desolation,
    Gleamed an ephemeral light,
    Enlightening the vast abyss of nothingness.

    Whispered secrets were soft and slight,
    In shadows cast by starlit constellations,
    A firmament of luminaries, stitched tight,
    Against the cold embrace of emptiness.

    Through veils of time, they faded in flight,
    Their fragile forms defied all limitations,
    With wings of thought, they soared in the emptiness,
    Embracing dawn with ethereal grace and soulful tenderness.

    As morning broke, the dreams disappeared,
    Beyond the reach of mortal contemplation,
    Leaving a trace, a spark, a sight,
    A promise of eternal, boundless bliss.

    Through the realm where fantasies ruled,
    And imagination weaved in seamless manifestation,
    The unveiled dreams of the night, as destiny intended,
    Became the guiding stars of desires.

    In the oblivion where longings were lost,
    They ignited passions of bold determination,
    And from the depths where darkness descended,
    They rose a beacon of illumination.

    At every moment, their essence transcended,
    Through cycles of dreams’ transformation,
    In forbidden mazes where time halted,
    In realms untouched by mortal grasp.

    Across the vast expanse of infinite,
    Where dreams intertwined with illusions,
    They painted the canvas of deception and betrayal,
    In shadows cast by the echoes of their past.

    As promises lingered in the void,
    Tales of mystery and wonder were concealed,
    In the chronicles of fate and death,
    Far from every congenial idea.

    Through hallways of forgotten spheres,
    Where shadows weaved webs of forgotten lore,
    Ancient mysteries lingered in their sombre embrace,
    Time’s relentless march erased their trace.

    In the silent embrace of the eternal dimness,
    The unveiled dreams of the night found solace in their plight,
    Guided by stars of flickering brightness,
    Revealing secrets to the wandering souls in darkness.

    Through unknown games of shadows and light,
    Tales of the night thrived in elusive enigmas,
    Etched in the firmament’s infinite height,
    A symphony played by celestial drifters.

    Beneath the gaze of everlasting flames,
    The dreams, like phantoms, danced with fervour,
    Woven into an invisible maze,
    Until they dissolved like tears in the rain.

    Ethereal sparkles illuminated the void; in their ephemeral space,
    In the midst of the eternal dimness that held no trace,
    The unveiled dreams of the night illuminated the void,
    In their ephemeral space.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where beauty resides
    My untamed heart with passion abides
    Free verses fly guided by pure and bright emotions

    Words caress my soul
    Like gentle raindrops falling on the ground
    With whispers soft and profound
    Waves of dreams and desires unveil truths and ignite poetic fires

    In the depths of darkness, there is the light
    And eloquence paints the starry night
    Rhymes dance like fireflies in the sky
    Illuminating hearts as they depart towards desire, where all pain ends

    Through the pen, a silent voice expresses the voiceless
    Unveiling the unseen, the forgotten, and the timeless with empathy
    Poems, like melodies, linger in the air
    A symphony of emotions beyond compare

    The capture of moments, fleeting and divine
    Transcending time in each rhythmic line
    Might and grace trap words that are a relief in a world full of strife
    Through verses, reality heals and mends

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where thoughts and dreams are ethereal
    I wander through the cosmic maze
    Seeking truths in mysterious ways

    I delve into the depths of the mind
    Where consciousness and spirit bind
    Exploring realms beyond the seen
    Where reality and fantasy convene

    In the metaphysical realm of words, time loses its hold
    As I journey through stories untold
    The boundaries of existence blur
    As I traverse the metaphysical stir

    Visions of alternate dimensions unfold
    As my perception begins to behold
    The interconnectedness of all that is
    In this cosmic prom, where everything lives

    I ponder the nature of reality
    As I unravel the threads of discrepancies
    Seeking the essence that lies within the concealed and unknown
    In the depths of this metaphysical spin

    In the metaphysical realm of words, where thoughts dissolve in the aether
    I embrace the mysteries, day and night
    For in the metaphysical’s embrace
    I find solace, wonder, and endless grace

    So I let myself wander through the darkness and emptiness
    Exploring the depths of the invisible
    Unveiling the secrets that the universe holds
    Mysteries disguised in remembrances are forever kept in a treasure chest.
    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

  • 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

  • Blissful Anguish In The Daily Light

    Blissful Anguish In The Daily Light

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    Waiting no longer
    Life seems like a dream that will break
    Many things belonging to love always end
    From a life filled with sorrow and bliss
    Time ended everything
    And happiness faded away
    How could I feel hope and fear without a soul
    Being my heart a fragment of despair and desire
    Coping the frightful pain stabbing my soul
    When I stare at my reflection on a white wall
    As it would be another me waiting for my end

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    The silent darkness is whispering secrets
    I’m mute because that is how I live
    Invisible and speechless
    As a constant ghost would check my state of mind
    I might be fearful, but I am not
    My soul has never seen the present
    Being bonded between the past and the future
    Its arrival and its flow
    It shall lead to new things to come
    Hope begins once again
    Until it is crushed into pieces

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    The truth does not halt in the fall
    I live with wonder
    When there is no need to hide
    Love might give eternal light
    Existence becomes free of grace
    And everything becomes blind
    My thoughts glow above my eyes
    In a perpetual chase for limited emotions
    My mind’s endless glare overcomes me again
    In every moment, a life is born
    A beauty that will be

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    Losing parts of myself
    The hushed tears of misery
    So brave and free is my mind
    I dare not make a new choice
    For without any joy
    Life is powerful as truth
    When a heart is full of sorrow
    And sorrow goes with it
    Then the soul can be sensed within it
    A sorrowful bliss and unexpected transformation flow down through the darkness
    In dreams, I never die for
    Until I stand there all alone.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Soft Torments

    Soft Torments

    Soft torments from a poison cup
    Like a dream
    I hold my hopes in vain
    My life is in ache with joys and time
    Far away
    It would not be so late
    To light my pleasure at the silent sight
    Before the storm comes
    I may know that life has faded away
    Because I have lost myself
    And still, it’s not fair

    Soft torments of past mistakes
    A burden that I must pay
    Life was past and dead
    It’s time to learn a new world
    Lost time to defeat
    The dust touched my heart
    And memories could save my mind
    To feel just the dreams of the ocean
    Into my inner space
    A soul could be lost on earth
    Cold like dust and dark like rain

    Soft torments of time
    Building my fantasies made of paper and darkness
    The waves of rainfall cannot feel alone in the blue
    In a beautiful state of deprivation
    Stars are full of fears
    As anguish is forever gone
    In the immensity of the dusk
    The cold light of my life has come to wait
    No pleasure was a wonder to behold
    Falling to weep
    When the heart is full of grief

    Soft torments I had achieved in vain
    Silver clouds still glowing in the sunlight
    A remorseless sight of betrayal in the fragrance of the summer
    The melody that stirs death in nature
    Under the light of flashes dropping in the darkness
    In this sky, my soul cannot be filled with a gleam
    An eternal poem about life
    When the gloominess of every thought perishes in new longings
    Whispering words of pain move through my mind
    Sometimes it’s amusing what wisdom can reveal in the empty obscurity
    Once everything disappears from my glimpse
    Drops of flame lure my heart
    Forever and ever.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Apathetic Wonder

    An Apathetic Wonder

    An apathetic wonder at the sight of all the future catastrophes
    A meaningful fear traps me and pulls me into the abyss of obscurity
    Ghosts and spectres are my eager companions
    Being in many places in one day
    Travelling time quickly in a preternatural form
    A glare of light and fire pretended to scare me
    Everything was a dream of a vision
    And suddenly, the present night appears
    No more complaints when the world would outcast

    An apathetic wonder like a golden morning candle
    For another cold scent of winter
    When the rain does not stop pouring on the streets
    In the heat
    And my blood is frozen like the winter snow
    The beautiful colours of stars become flowers
    All of a sudden
    A mystery which never existed has been the truth on earth
    Trying to forget distasteful memories

    An apathetic wonder of the sky
    Every time a desire becomes complex
    Every moment of happiness and sorrow
    It cannot happen again
    An opportunity for the mind
    Incurable wounds of the soul
    Nothing but excellent astonishments
    The water is everywhere, coming from the blue
    Creating a vast ocean of tears and sighs

    An apathetic wonder
    Being busy living within my soul
    Those ancient memories
    From every place of my mind
    Passing along with my own dreams
    The sky is pure and dark
    A lovely gloomy air
    Where I cannot perceive any colour or sound
    During an infinite journey in my subconscious

    An apathetic wonder in a light storm
    Winged like nothing else
    My words fly away
    Toward a remote invisible place
    Where every kind of bliss and pain was dwelling
    Once the sun was gone
    As a gilded sign of merriment
    And red roses were made of silver and gold
    My heart could not beat anymore in delight
    Because my dreams were open doors.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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