Silent serenity – A peaceful reverie –
Dining in a lodge on the snowy mountainside
Where the window cools the mind and the whiskey warms the head,
Preparing it to dance
To flounce about with flurries –
For the snow flutters round
This peaceful skier’s lodge –
A furnace burns within, while smoke rises without,
Black furls among folds of scarlet and purple,
A horizon darkening,
Though still bright with angels’ dandruff
That weighs down haughty conifers with a deadly icing
That will be cheerier
Witnessed tomorrow on the slopes
Where I rediscover the energy of my youth.
But now the ice in my whiskey is the only cold I know,
And the faces of the tourists as they prepare to fight my mountain –
You see, I make the deadly cliff my friend
when my thoughts are trained on it.
I have an aim, a game, a goal.
But in this lodge I am left
To thoughts of life alone –
The glass threatens to drown me,
The meal threatens to choke me,
And all the while I watch the flames
That comfort but threaten to scorch me.
I’d much rather face death
Than face my own self –
So, I sit here, and order a beer,
To wait for the yolk of the sun
To break free from the shell of the snow,
When I can leave this cocoon filled with dangers unseen
And take on the risks clear below.
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