Trying to resurrect..

Summer ended in our lives long ago,
In the cold winter we shiver
Holding hard
Yet hating each other
So when it comes to a crunch
Weeds come in a bunch
Rolling these we smoke the peace pipe
And forget the difference
It is ceasefire
We may not snipe

Intimacy comes sometimes
And sometimes,
We have tears
The weed is the peacemaker
When we go off the rocker
Smoking,
We take a chance.
And in loneliness
Manage a stiff dance!

Sometimes
The walls have a crack,
Midnight calls
This "Corpulence"
Walk in...
We have a shack!
Nothing dies, least of all passion-
listen to the silence of embers within-
crackling and muttering,
waiting for the wind…
Why let go?

There is always a fire in the heart.
Today’s events may lie,
but there is the one to be born tomorrow…
Move on- just move on...
may be the crowd has one waiting…
may be lost-
the fire waits below the snow!