Bringing Home the Years

I can imagine
where you are

Every day
ticking
away
the years

Into what could have been
even
silently woven,
I stare

Every day
ticking
away
the years

My dear
how can this be
you
so far out there

Please
even silently
let the threads weave

Us together,
near

Bringing home the years

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