In his lofty tower,
my body religuished,
An energy broken,
fighting to the last ounce
of my resistance.
How can this be?
Days of yore, I've fallen
and hit the ground.
Benumbed; I can't have this feeling
An ominous cloud, a blur
vanishing in the boundless expanse.
From the onset of fall,
deluge of verses
muffled me with your warmth
I dream again; an ethereal beauty,
within my grasp it seems, only
A mid-winter wind has awaken me
And truth lacerates my very core;
you can never be mine
oh dream! devour me again
this time, to eternity...
Alice Cuenca
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-myth/
