Without Laudable Expectations
Without laudable expectations
When bliss overcomes a temporary melancholy
In a disillusioned numbness of the soul
No dream can endure so long time
And everything becomes ephemeral
Every single expectation is kept in a sacred shed
Once all the dreams are swallowed by oblivion
Hollow trees of humiliation stand in front of the ineptitude
Shallowness wandering towards inertia and madness
After the senses have fallen into a deep slumber of unconsciousness
Only dreary expectancies would touch the sadness for just an instant
An instant of sacred anguish that would eternalize every trembling passion
And when the darkness pierces every realm
Every disgrace becomes a blissful solace.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
