Foggy morning

 Damp hot  air covered my face with  a cloud of thoughts, following the morning path, pulling my  bloated imagination, like the visions  Pitbull dog  walk , trying to get off   the leash. The smell of leaping over the time summer lashed through my body with a gasoline smoke from the  passing summer  school bus.

I am standing on the scorched grass of the mid aged life, looking back on what is left on the field after I  escaped the  fire. Is it  a bitterly  sweet fire of love.....is it a destroying fire of passions....is it still burning inside, leaving black traces on the ground.....could these two fires be mixed up in the soul, penetrating inside the  body with a dull pain?

The river is flowing from the Heaven, putting down the darkness of the  fire, lifting the lightness of Saint air above the ground. It is a mixture of  lavender and pink clouds on the aquamarine-blue sky. They are   dissolving and steaming , soaring towards the Sun.  What is ahead.,. The road is cover with white damp fog....I only see  the big  blue dome of the temple, covered with suede stars. They did not learn how to glitter.....the fire made them matte.