USHANT 2006-12-10 It is only a forlorn fog horn That greats me this morning In Ushant. There was so much I wanted to give you Just a beacon of hope May be you do not need me I did not entirely fail I feel The dolphins showed us into the harbour Now I'll have to wait even longer For the light of your face Singing a sad song to noone You are a wise one I wanted all of you You knew the fall I feel a fool Only failing and ailing Waiting I want to build the future Want to be the master of Time To want be everywhere Ubiquitous, and you be quiet my sweet Just listen to me Old owl howling with a self-derisive smile Almost wishing you'd cry sometimes There are gulls in the fog Feathers on the water, no sea no sky Lead laid mind, rollers on the rocks And distant thunder You could imagine a mad piper Walking on water To bring me news Of the morning dew on your cheeks Of the rough wilderness you try to tame So successfully Some day it will clear up Lift the fog Bear the burden The winter cold and bright and dry White mountain peaks My sweet sweet one Under the eiderdown may be The memory of a foghorn will sound like music And we will talk of the island magic Of you and me Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 237 Back to home