As captured in a mirror

As captured in a mirror,
Are glimpses in my mind,
Of events that are folded still
In the scroll of time.

Perhaps my sighs are not
Infused with fire yet,
Or thou art unable to catch
A spark from my fire.

One day, the warmth of my sighs,
Like a Promethean spark,
Will inflame the fire of thy soul,
Now dormant in thy dust.

This dust will demolish
The illusion of day and night,
Though now it lies enchained
In the grip of fate.