' Sunset, On the Sea ... '

A Ribbon-Ray, Across The Sea Flung and Flown, So Prettily … Velvet, Orange and Glittery … A Liquid, Glistening Eulogy From A Blood-Gold, Ball On Fire ! The Real-Bright, Red Baron Flyer Descending Lower and Lower Propellers, Turning Slower and Slower Will He Crash, or Glide on Sea ? Will His Purple-Smoke, Haze Over Me ? I Stand Transfixed To See Should He Plunge, to His Depth Suddenly Not To Worry, Flight, is in Good Hands He’s Touched-Down, Countless Times – Again and Again For Red Baron and Ribbon-Ray Has Set Before Pouring Ripples of Wine, at My Sandcastle Shore …