That second, those moments of peace,
In vivid memories I return.
Yet no matter how lively my life is now,
It’s in my memories that my passions burn.
Tenderness spills over the edge
at the faintest thought,
and my creativity is drained away…
in the trappings of love, I’m caught.
Perhaps that was love in that moment,
Or maybe a fleeting peace.
It replenished me but left me empty,
My longing will not cease.
Whenever that scene I revisit,
My feelings unlatch their hold,
By that seaside, beneath that tree…
my unrequited love did once unfold.
We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present and emerging. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.