Tarah and Serrin have not passed away.
A dance is not over when dancing is done.
Remembering them is like feeling the sun
As the moon turns to silver the black-bordered bay.
How can one ferret out words that might say
All the truth of the truth that two children are gone?
Not just the meaning but also the song,
Deepening what no dissent can delay.
So may we linger with them for a while,
Each moment a moment of beauty and pain,
Restoring a sense that makes no sense at all.
Reason alone cannot sponsor a smile.
In faith and desire we see them again
Nearby, still dancing beyond a glass wall.