SEASON OF MIST

I feel a chill

The numb coldness everywhere,

That coldness of death

Creeping into my bones.

I could feel,

The heat of life

Slowly dying inside me,

The very sweet memories

Slowly fading away,

I did not rebel,

I did not cry,

Ah,surprise! I did not fear

Of life’s inevitable end!

O, It is not death

But only the winter of life

The season of fog,

The season of mist!

Awaiting the summer’s approach,

Of new birth and new joys!

When even the last corner of the pane

Is covered in misty white,

I would have drunk the very last drop

From life’s ethereal cup,

My soul would have then found

Its eternal abode in search so far!

It is sleep no more,

It is rest no more,

The infinite happiness of living

The ultimate awakening of life!