I found you in my memory
Sitting in front of a fire pit
I keep feeding logs
Where are you
Your love caused fire
My brain is oxygen
Memory of our younger days
Still burning
Charcoals are red
Wine puts me down
After all my hesitancy
Put out the fire then
Turns to log to feed
The memory red
The Moon looks after your eyes
I am in deep without a spaceship
Tell me what you would have done
If my love was reflected
Fire remains red
And the Moon is setting
Logs are dwindling
Fading is wine too
Memory is not reality
I don't know you anymore