once in a while
there will always be something
or someone who could rock our world
for a moment to remind us of what we already have and what is missing in our lives. and for a moment in that brief state of bliss, underlies confusion, yearning and the bittersweet taste of life. and that is enough to make it worth living. no matter how much we guard our hearts even if it has turned to ice in its own time, we meet another soul whose fire is caught entrapped within and fire and ice merge from dusk till dawn. even if we run away from the throes of fire for fear unknown and unexplainable to us even if we deem ourselves fearless, running away will not inhibit our chance to open our heart and remember every tiny feeling that we thought we have long forgotten. we will always have that time when one of us is prone to vulnerability when one of us runs away, and the other is left to wait for what was to be a memory. and when the ice has finally melted, and the locks have been opened the fire never dims…. if anything but it will always spark only this time it will be bottled within and…. waiting… time and again… for both fire and ice to merge and let their souls play the melody that they sang for so long like the evening sky from dusk till dawn.