Ice upon the Mist

Ice falls and forms in my mouth,
to taste the smell of all that is foul,
and in remorse, I find I miss, the morning mist upon a twist.

Fire falls and comes to light, in all that is right
under the stars, to taste the kiss of a lover's gist,
and to fall among the quiet upon a sweet summer kiss.

Walking fast, I find in bliss, the morning twist of a lovers quarrel,
and in life I find I miss, the sweet taste of a lover's kiss,
among the morrow of a sweet summer twist, will I find you forever in the mist.