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