Of Illusion And Memories

Illusions are not memories

Nor memories illusion

Now and then we are perplexed

By illusion’s intrusion

Thus causing momentarily

For us to become blind

To what we hold of moment gold

By fancy of the mind

Illusions are not memories

Though thought flings wide a door

To sundry painted fantasies

Of what one wishes for

But we are thought’s proprietor

And must be diligent

To guard that wide and winsome door

From thankless discontent

Illusions are not memories

Nor memories illusion

Though perhaps they vex and tease

In chimeral confusion

Majestic wave from rolling seas

Its grandeur awes and pleases

To disappear in moment-ease

Upon the sand beneath us

Illusions are not memories

Although they spread their fare

In likened manner, readily

On thought-scapes boundless stair

We cannot hear the echo of

Illusion, only want

As memories console with love

Where vain illusions taunt

© Janet~