Thanks be to the ocean, mother of us all.
After a painful childhood, and years of
trouble and toil on a tiny Brittany isle,
I’ve learned to observe you, had many moons to watch you
I know the feel of your caressing swells; know the anger in your rage-tossed foam
Your beauty when Mars floods you with it’s light
My spring, my birth,
Your immensity healed me and now I am free
See me, hear me, today I write you, I sing you.
After a painful childhood, and years of
trouble and toil on a tiny Brittany isle,
I’ve learned to observe you, had many moons to watch you
I know the feel of your caressing swells; know the anger in your rage-tossed foam
Your beauty when Mars floods you with it’s light
My spring, my birth,
Your immensity healed me and now I am free
See me, hear me, today I write you, I sing you.
Sophie Fanny Goueslain
