Jeff Kellen
This is for a man that was words fine friend,
Whose poetry echoed miles deep like a drop of rain from a canyon peak
onto a wishing well
You will take up many a page when people recall splendid were your
days
As none were used for demonizing but unmasking the truths of the
autistic mind
Your truths as solid as the base of a mountain, your words rang forth
with art as the heart, words can’t express what it was worth
In the same way souls are priceless, poetry pure and angels vice less
The cruel reality is we have to carry on you see,
Through darkened roads of uncertainty,
Your vision sprung other visions,
And dream after dream,
Taken away, oh but not in vain
But to greater heights indeed.