'Nostalgia' Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Sometimes when it rains and
the afternoon is dying
I look at the ashen,
distressed reflection of an old man,
the sky cries to sing to you and that
image fades on the timid embers
of glowing flames,
a noble shadow wanders behind him
while a path of pity looms in his mind.

Wounded nostalgia creeps into the past that
time was wrapped up in her thoughts,
an almost withered look of longing rests on
dreams that still beat in her strong heart.

Far overwhelming loneliness that in the
dark save feelings of love in a veteran of
silver hairs that glow in the fire.

There an affable man full of talent for his years,
rich experience composed of aspirations that he
breathe out proudly on a warm night when the
breeze fresh plucks the dingy, damp leaves that
they fly on tiptoe jumping to the ground in cartwheels,
the petricor reminds him of the perfume of his beloved
so tender as the love they shared and in that anteroom
of memory a literary party is formed where bitterness
does not exist in the heart or soul...


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