At dawn in the innocent blue waters of Flat Rock
His favorite place on Earth
Years before he taught me to make my first fire
Under the midnight hum of stars.
Revelries, visions, water and sleep.
We came of age in that place
As he put my head on the rock and my heart in sand
And demanded that I feel the pulse of the land
So I did.
And felt a beat from the East Coast to the West
Where my own country Broome was calling me home
But I was found now…and known.
Years have passed and I still need to go.
But when I sit by the fire I sit there alone
Because his pulse stopped at dawn
in the innocent blue waters of Flat Rock
I am there only to call my Ancestors via landline
To see his face in stars that spiral like vines
It's his heart I hear pulse through the waves
The soul of my brother that will always remain
A phantom shape
In the salt and the spray.