So Richly Chased

Too few torrid tales our past could now tell  
if we could but play 'do you remember?'  
but such astounding things they'd ring love's bell  
round the cosmos's last, dying embers.  
  
And oh, how fiercely rich, our brief time came,  
that all Titans' black oil could not purchase    
these memories, Fort Knox's gold, mere grain  
compared to your dream, here, so richly chased.  
   
But as our brief life reaches its full height  
the deepest sleep descends to quench our schemes,  
when time starts to stick in its sneaky knife  
I shall hold you tight, warm, within my dream.  
   
You dream safely in my memory bank  
Deposit slip reads, received, and, with thanks...