Analysis of My Lenient Memories

Past thou art not
merely my memory.
Still, thou art active in me
though thou art hoary.

Thy golden memories art
sometimes flashed upon my  inwards eyes
as if a stripe of sun rays
has entered into thickets.

When several years of ungratefulness
smear black coat on my heart.
It becomes heavy on me.
Thou enter and minimise my hurt.

Past I entreat thee
to act in me.
When my heart will be blemished,
I can find thee.