'Fantasy' Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

The sun burns full of glittering flames,
flashes of gold everywhere embrace the skin,
thoughts in ashes seek calm and,
I hear the tail of shiny hairs flow in
fresh waters that never stop laughing
Between boulders, vestiges of sad caresses.

Maniac scrambled between his nature of
feelings overwhelmed by fantasies
mixed that bounce lonely between walls
dark windowless minty breath.

Shy sky in the clear of an April nightingale
knows no owner on the path they inhabit
remarkable ideals of a wacky dreamer stuck
in the shadow of a wall shaken by illusions
dressed with chimeras in the gloom of a love
false as a mocking ghost cloaked by masks
in the crooked labyrinth of a vain life.

Twisted course full of charms and there the moon
hermit cries silver threads in the peaceful night,
faint sparkles of stars usurp the darkness
of an illuminated throne that candid and silent
shows the entelechy of a whole without limits.


John Bisner Ureña.