Walking alone
in winter woods,

suddenly I saw
gold

pouring around
you,

you far away,
in a city at a table listening

to a friend, their pain
drawn across your face

&
gold

pouring from
your head & spine,

just that,
the wings & crown

of the Friend

you are
for so many.

Constellations turn

through every

snow crystal.

This heaven,

our dark ground.

Brilliant night,

speak to us

That Which Is

by

What Is Not.

for a friend

All that remains
where you once stood

is light

in the shape
of your laughter.

—

Those who never heard
cannot see it.

But I,

I heard
You.