~KIM BRIDGFORD~

REMEMBRANCE

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The past is nothing but lost remembrance 
We sift through hands that want to set things right. 
We want to give our lives significance; 

And perhaps we can—the blazing utterance 
We see now with the gift of second sight. 
Yet the past is nothing but lost remembrance, 

Not facts.  Don't count on a continuance 
Of scenes: unholy hands, words replayed at night. 
We want to give our lives significance; 

We want to make sense of circumstance. 
But the memories shift, and we can't get them quite. 
The past is nothing but lost remembrance. 

These lips and hands are our inheritance; 
They are the only gift we hold outright. 
We want to give our lives significance. 

The present is the saving brilliance 
In small bits of extinguishable light. 
The past is nothing but lost remembrance; 
We want to give our lives significance.
 
 

© by Kim Bridgford