Forgotten Remainders

Each moment in time is grasped for only a moment, and is then forgotten.

Undiscovered; forgotten remainders,

Clicking on the inside of my glass.

A sharp tooth, a stolen song,

A mother that swears that she was wronged.

Floating atop a dew drop,

Sparkling with beams of otherworldly light,

My friend, he dances across the pavement,

A figure made for the moon and held for the moment.

Undiscovered; forgotten remainders.

Try to bring themselves to surface.

Chains clasp around me and bind me tight,

But, my soul finds joy in service.