Ambiguous Youth and the Memory Thereof

Mmm,

How I long for youth
To be an eternal fire
Never hungering for fuel
Never knowing desire

What makes that event
Most pleasant to remember
Though the flames of glory
Throb now as an ember

Why?

Is it in the action we live
Or do we caress the wind
There finding our solace
In what we cannot rescind

We may try to forget
But in our hearts is pinned
That which we loved
And those we chagrined

For even when wary
When we keep our eyes skinned
While one minute holy
The next we have sinned.