For the Desaparesidos

I'd like to think that you traveled to the stars
Like the little princes of our lives
So that we can hear your laughter again
Somewhere in the night
Among the host of an infinite number of stars.

Or maybe you're like the heart of the ocean
Thrown into the abyss after years of searching
And that you found company in the throng
Of the ocean deep, lying on the seabed
With all kinds of crustaceans and anemones
Buried in the sand like a treasure waiting
To be discovered only by those
Whose determination outlasts their lifetime.

I'd like to hope that by some slim chance
Your life has not yet ended or that,
If it had, it wasn't by one swift blow
Rather, we hope that, if you are now gone,
You did not go gentle into that solemn night
With throes of unrelenting, die hard courage
And a tenacious idealism and resolve
To rid this world of its ills
Until your final moment has struck.

Come back to us even as ghosts of the past
Visiting with memories that would linger on
Even for just a moment to lay it all to rest
So that we may feel that our search was not in vain
And we can move on with our lives
Awaiting the day we can be united again.