On the southern side of Brittany
in the Western part of France
There is an inlet by the sea
where seagulls shout and dance
The shore is long and split in half
Each side has a different mood
On one the waves leap up and laugh
The other invites solitude.
The peacefulness of the first shore
is made by cerulean skies
Sun-warmed sands on which waters pour
Rush like tear drops from dark blue eyes
Sharp winds and angry waves rush forth
Upon the dark savage clifftops
Where the other side looms up north
Too dangerous for wobbling ship docks
These twin shores deceive many boats
Despite the lighthouses' great beams
The golden light carries and floats
And drowns in invisible seams