Summon

Until the next passage,
hours await the thing that will
summon

To activate
what remains
on the shelf above,
a box full of snapshots
loved

Lagging behind
where yesterdays
awaken

Moments that feed possibility

 

Missing

In between the lines
reads silently rootless

Flowering colors
float away on a cloudy breeze

Gray mist hovers
hiding victories

Missing an unknown place
Where the colors go without a trace