(For my Brother, Simon Of Jamaica)
We traveled a long while together;
And time grew weary of the load:-
In the velvet darkness of night,
The patoo/potoo sang his ballad
Of a long journey coming to an end:-
In the distant place where ancients dwell,
Ancestral drums signaled the coming approach;
Across the mosaic chasm, Ole Time winked—
Flashing his deceiving smile—bidding farewell:-
But I and I shall meet again:
We circadian travelers
Of life’s mystic realm:-
Rest in peace, my Brother;
Rest in the holy peace given—
We still here on Earth fight for:-