In the hub of foreign tongues,
a hunger hatched a dreamt day
Induced fairy tale left hung,
a child is lost in sublime story
East to west, spent and fated
gained-dough at heavy cost
A gleaming snow whose eyes are smeared
In promised loam, a dream is lost
What now is the present?
when in the past I am in refuge
Both of the worlds reprehend,
with regrets in deluge
Buoyed-up in flimsy deeds,
when undercurrent is unseen
A body will soon submerge
against the flow, to go upstream
Alice Cuenca
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hope-in-a-lost-dream/
