In memory of Tina T
She sat on the marble
Gazing at the impossible
Blue Aegean: new worlds, new people --
That's why she had to leave
Where the evenings never seemed to end,
The cup of companionship
Was infinite,
And everything was not only known
But forgiven,
For the face was always Mary's face
With its secret gift of heaven.
Though they never would agree
On anything
There was never any confusion --
What's right is right,
And nothing is wrong.
There are those who know this
And those who don't understand.
She will sew her sails
To reach them.
