Driing Dring ! ...
no one ?
down
it' s just the french writer
Of an edge to the other one,
Of the bridge to the stern,
I ' have the heart which rocks ,
I ' have the heart which sways ...
Sometimes far off,
I believe to see the Earth,
Sometimes at least,
I ' learn to keep silent
Hair in the wind,
A cloud in ballast,
A secret marriage,
A celestial marriage
Of a marine tightrope walker,
And of one Alexandrine,
Hand in hand,
In Islands Grenadines.