Eleuthera (Da Bight) Poem

ELEUTHERA – Da Bight

Memory of wholeness in a sea
in between quarter notes,
the holy charm of waves,
and sweet burnt silences
the man asks: What am I?
What do I really want?
Will my music survive riptides and rock the oceans?

Can the suite sounds,
tones of infinity, lead us
on our journey Home?