when new memories are not being made
and the old ones fade
its easy to think that your feelings
are going away.  

my emotions are attached to images
fact or fiction
and my days are filled with dreams
my nights, the same

where i can make those missing connections
and  my memory sparks emotion
between the smoke and mirrors

dark was the start, as was the end
now i will be the spark
and you  be the flame.