For D.B Poem by DM W

O he was a man of the most exquisite taste;
Unlike most of the bovine, tawdry human race.
He was highly advanced in all aspects of the Arts.
He was adept at expanding his consciousness.
O he created worlds of incredible bliss!
He was a cultured pied piper; changing minds & hearts.
He wore myriad masks, as he was so profound.
In many ways, he was both a prophet and clown.
He possessed, in spades, both substance and style.
And retained the immaculate dreams of a child.
I wonder if one like him will ever rise again?
He was truly heaven sent; an angel among ape men.
He remained apart from all petty minded tribes.
His unique vision could never be compromised.
I think of him when I'm among amorphous crowds,
And I always spot silver linings in the clouds!