Walk In Dreams Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

I walked at noon on the arched bridge
that connects to the meadow,
smiling white sails waved from the mast,
little boats flow on the cool blue of the waters
as fluffy cotton clouds cradle
In the indigo of a peaceful summer sky.

Lonely and shy painted red and yellow
He is dressed an old lighthouse that diminished enjoys
the warmth and everyday beauty of natural greenery
that embraces the moment in Pachamama.

I close my eyes and listen to the symphony of the waters go by
slipped while the wind whispers dreams in my ears
that parade mute with the breeze that in a hurry and a tad
he paints them poetic in my memories of April.

John Bisner Ureña. / Writer - Poet.
*** Painting by Rubén Fernando Alvarado Miranda.
Costa Rican painter. Man of character and great human sensitivity.