Memory

Those memories that garnish our thoughts in mindsnight 
Shant be served without due warn
And do so with haste for these fleeting delights 
Feed the mind from the instant we're born.
That most perfect of foods, at once
All thoughts smother,
Shall meet not your countenance 
But the gut of another.
This perfection sustained 
At the tip of your fingers
Shall for each inch gained 
Withdraw an inch and linger.
Aside dreams and memories
Thrice the same span 
And the trait of such reveries:
Unobtainable by man. 
The gilding of memory
By sweet reminisce,
Bears the marks, unnecessary
Of lily's smithy and remiss.
Recollection now smothered: clinquant
Leaves reality threadbare and skant 
All the present is dimmed by the pasts scorching light
And one's thoughts flit like moths, to the shine of foresight.