As swans they glide ‘cross the lagoon

Boats kissed by silver summer moon

Silent vigil, candle lit

Ephemeral whisps who sit

As parishioners solemnly paired

Polling their vessels to the dockside stairs

Which reach to shore in weathered step

Their stone clad harbor duly met

Fae processional in gossamer gown

Their fellowship keen to climb the mound

And raise themselves to honor all

Their dead remembered in their fall

Celebrated vaunted candled bliss

Duly honored with actions this