Memory

Your memory is like dawn and dusk,
sometimes if gives me the strength to live on
like the first rays of the sun,
it fills me with hope.
but than as the day passes away
the strength and the hope
disappears with it like a un-happy gust of wind.
and than as the sun sets below the sky
my tears set and fall into palms of my hand.
The day comes to an end, the awareness of evening becomes lost
at the end its a long night filled just with your memories