Friends Poem by Champaben Mistry

A lonesome dove I am,
I find a joy in peace,
This is Beauty's gift to me.

In the silence space where one is not seen, I rest.
I am the grace you do not see,
The feel of beauty is the me that I am.

When all seems lost,
I am.
When one so dear calls,
I am.

Through the wind and rain,
I am.
Like a balm upon a wound,
I am.

There is a place where I am not,
The place where you are here for me,
My friend.