In those first few days after Heath left us I often
had this image of him and Ned sitting and talking. I wrote the base of this at
that time and finished it tonight, the visit to Kelly country giving me the last
pieces.
In this other place
The
one that is beyond life
We sit and speak
I Ned, and him
The man who
became me
Time between life and death
Is immaterial here
I was
young
And so was he
Now we talk
Of the things that I knew
The
things that he felt
And the understanding
Of how it is to be hunted
To
be misunderstood, pursued
But here is somewhere else
This place that
is between
One life has ended and we wait
For the other to begin
For
hope and promise and fulfilment