Array me in a choker of black
beads from Santorini's crater,
so that my spirit might revisit
the Atlantis balcony;
place a swathe of mint and basil
on my breast, so that my shade
finds solace and refreshment
in their fragrances;
lay obols of fresh olive leaves
upon my oval-lidded eyes -
tamata in honour of Athena,
for my soul's repose;
bathe my face in rosewater,
dab my fingertips with myrrh,
anoint my lips with garnet
pomegranate seeds;
lave my feet with oil of bergamot;
adorn my hair with wild
crimson anemones,
and hold a seashell to my ear,
in memory of the journey,
in memory of the long journey
to everlasting Greece ...