Serenity in the Mist

By: John T. Earnest

Serenity in the mist
When the cold becomes a chill.
That ticking’s not the clock,
What wasn’t now is here.
The heart can only hammer
Once the hands are truly silent.
For the frost is in the ears,
And the ice is never still,
But only—only—when the cold becomes a chill.

The terror of the smoke!
The burn of the flames!
The fairytale of fire
As it sprints across one’s dreams!
But smoke is a signal,
And fire’s pain won’t kill.
There’s only blunder through the mist
Until the cold becomes a chill.

Serenity in the mist
When the chill begins to fade.
The hands are slowly frosted
As the heart becomes a blaze.
The clock can only hammer
Once its hands are truly frozen.
For the frost can surely melt,
And the ice is never still,
But only when serene
In the race against the chill.