Hermit Melancholy... Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Here brown and with lonely rain
my thoughts accompany me and
feelings clapping loudly from
rained drops collapsed on the ceiling,
the cold lulls the moment and it becomes smoke
that penetrates the body like dew that
caresses the leaves of the trees and with steam
the ghost appears that comes on tiptoe
and between graceful jumps it disappears with the breeze,
it goes with time that rushes to its
side in the hermit melancholy of an old...

John Bisner Ureña
Writer-Poet and builder of dreams.
'Believe in yourself, do not limit yourself,
or condition yourself.'
'Together building dreams of life.'