A Mirror of Fire ( Ogneno's return )

The misty cover... Cross over a heart long dead stamping the remaining stings of an arrow. Till the next dawn the up will be going down and the phrase releasing powerless glowing figures of past reveries. By melting the ice with a scream the ascending new fragrance of another day slides gently to compose the format of a projected domination remarcable in its shapeless contrasts. If you let me touch your textures you will see we are all the same, lost fictional mirrors of the an illusional realistic reflection hanging from a branch of gratitude pumping the sensitive blood in the delicate hearts of the untrusted. From down bellow the central points of our mother planet up rises once again the one who suffered in space and was then sent down to pay a debt to the life he took without knowing how lethal can the supremacy of love be for a weak human revelation. As the ideas turn into thoughts and thoughts into written material, from this place to the others there's only a second travelling distance and the five senses turn into thousands as the feelings of an unearthly specimen contrast with the ones we all still have. The empathic accident is actually a cry for help damaging inner walls and future plans with its hurricane like speed and might....
The diamonds fell to the ground and remained there struck by a burst of flame. No one can touch the burning fragment that spilled no red liquid from any body but advertises the perfect advertisment of affection. I threw them down on the floor for Ogneno to feel them. He will now rise for the time he had in isolation has been fulfilled. The love of ice that he's been looking for will find him in need but the precious stones belong to the lost one and shall stand as witnessing decorative artifacts by the lonely grave... Morning dew greets the happy flowers at sunrise thanking universal intelligences for a new day and as clocks strike a heroic hello and pearls form marvelous items of jewelery a creeping obscurity sends down an unusual little rain with warm firedrops. We all return to pay our morality back after finding out the what and the why... After a moment of memory refreshing realisations Ogneno will throw himself again in a line of poetry flying back to the origins of time jumping through the stary nights on nimbus clouds and perfect rainbows. Slowly destiny recreates itself  around one single word of rebirth, the notion of being back differently equal to the one before... A mirror, a fire, a dream, an incredible chance of finding destiny.....