D J H
You are a miraculous creation of jiving jubilation,
a galaxy of melody who serenades the vales-
a mystic wearing neon shades outside his castle gate,
a patriot with eagle’s wings, a sideways figure eight.
An eyebrow dancing confidant, a full-moon wide awake,
a visionary heart so pure, it brims twelve-thousand lakes.
A pilgrim of the holy grail who waits on bended knee,
and tunes his soul to hear his call from grand eternity.