My Nocturnal Reveries
As dusk gives way to the night’s embrace, my thoughts unfurl into a grand amphitheater of introspection. The stage is set, the spotlight dims, and the performance of my psyche begins. Here, in this hallowed hall of reverie, the drapes of my mind’s eye remain ever wide, revealing a panorama of paths once trodden and words left unvoiced.
A gale of remembrance encircles me, a tempest born from the whispers and shadows of yesteryear. It dances through the corridors of my being, a choreography of chaos, each step a memory, each turn a tale untold. The stillness of the night is but an illusion, broken by the spectral symphony of voices that once filled my days, now but echoes in the void.
Upon the shores of my soul, waves of nostalgia crash with the might of a thousand storms, each surge a montage of faces dissolved by time, each retreat a reminder of realms now unreachable. In this nocturnal voyage, I am both the solitary spectator and the fervent performer, enacting a soliloquy of ‘what ifs’ and ‘if onlys.’
In the theater of the night, where the play of my past unfolds, I find myself adrift in the sea of contemplation, navigating the waters of wistfulness, where every ripple tells a story, and every current carries a dream deferred.
Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer