You were there, waiting.
Recently, as time flies, I entered a crowd-filled room
Only to find you, once again.
We are ancient, you and I.
Somehow beyond time and space.
Yet every so often we meet,
Star lovers crossing the heavens.
Our hearts mingle for but a brief second –
And we remember.
Then it appears we are no more.
But that is an illusion – isn’t it.
Today, your people call forth.
They cry for understanding, justice –
Perhaps even love?
How can I not hear?
After all, we are one, you and I,
Whether in the heavens or now.
Isn’t that the purpose of remembering?
That, and love.
… for Dale … and for the Australian Aboriginal people, especially those in the remote communities – may your call be heard and answered with love