Sophie

I am in awe, oh dear Sophie Of all things done and said I am one single, wandering thought In this world’s contemplative head How do I dare speak all these words? When facing this vast, capricious Vie When tempests and storms ravage the waves Of what worth is one droplet of the sea? It is bewildering, as I am sure you know Yet, it takes you almost a gesture to understand I mustn’t refer to Zola’s Labyrinthe To explain to you how it is on this part of land I am in awe, oh dear Sophie Of how distance, at times, can be undone It takes a thought to simplify a world And above so many, you are one.