Friend

Your presence
fills me, Friend.
It is the bridge
deep in my heart
leading me back
to myself.
Your presence is
the rainbow rising
out my aloneness,
spanning the sky
between breaths.
Perhaps I remember
your name
down in the seed,
before it becomes
a whisper.
Perhaps I merely
recall your face,
then repose
in your formless glow.
Or perhaps I hear
the ring of Being
in the bell
of my emptiness.
Friend,
your presence
fills me.