By : DeanPeter(ciokiewicz) There he stood.... center croud,Person silent...spirit loud! Elder body ...teenaged heart,spoke to me ...like heavenly art. Human smiles... reflect spiritual styles, He must have walked a million miles. Matching souls ...similar doles,kindred spirits...dancing foals. He can speak without the lips,the page he's on is in my grips. He does his part to spread HIS WORD, anything else would be absurd. He's earned his nest for way up yonder, yet sticks around to guide the wanderer. He speaks very little ....but he says alotI KNOW this man won't be forgot. He's made me laugh ..he's made me cry, he's inspired me to question WHY? And, as I come up to this poems end........And from the start.....THANK YOU FRIEND for your caring HE...ART....! In ever grateful appreciation to C.W.H. Copyright 2007 DeanCpoetry INC.