The Oscillations Of The Soul
A jolt weakens the oscillations of the soul
Every time a whisper echoes in the infinite ether
For every shadow that appears in the world of illusions
Wonder and amazement of the senses dance in infinity
The swarthy flames of greed and lust are overwhelmed by a sense of grief
The dark and silent grief destroyed every gold amulet
A tumult descends upon every soul awakening from a deep slumber
Lost shivers stagger ashore from the depths of the ocean of fears
A chain made of glinting treasures creates a rope of desires
Capturing the emptiness left behind a swirl of struggles
Whilst eternal and elusive fates indulge in a hidden haul.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
