An endless sea...an evening...

She not said
Sad eyed
She said not sad
Nice
A bay like
When He spread His sandy presence
Holding on to an enbankment,

As if before the sea...
In endless evening like
She
Did try to see...
Une mer sans fin
A dream...

Spread like the Him
A foamy sulphery turn
One endless of an evening
Came drizzling...

And
She
Wrote
Unwritten
The white light
'Vivere felici...'
A perfect Isabel
Not happening
Nonetheless,
Happening imperfectly nice
Endlessly bright
One evening...

And
The begin
Of night
One evening
Precursored
Bright...

A lyre
As if
Stringed
One evening
Like an endless Him
Une mer sans fin...
A dream...
Foaming
Happening
Not yet
Precursored
Still.