There is an ocean between us
but the Moon has built
a bridge of light so as we can 
take a step towards one another.

And the stars move
in the silence of the night,
and love grows stronger
despite the distance.

These were the words
that echoed in my heart
after I saw you
in a wonderful dream.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

As they had heard
the sad song of two caged birds
lucky stars asked the Night
free them and throw us in jail.

The Night thought
two stars does not make
much difference
and agreed.

That is why
sometimes before the dawn
you can hear such a beautiful
and grateful birdsong.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Caged Stars © 2019– F.G.M.

The Soul is a gold leaf
that dances and crumbles away
as it falls from a tree
on a grey November day.

The Soul is a snowflake
that shines in the white hugeness
under the cold Winter sun
of a magnificent Winter.

The Soul is a bird
that flies in the sky
and can reach for the stars
without waiting for the Night.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

I enter
a white church
so silently.
Is this a dream? Maybe.

Mary seems pleased.
Light from above erases
the shoulder wound of Christ.
I rest.

Thus begins real Life.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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En silence j’entre
dans une église blanche.
Est-ce un rêve ? Peut-être.

Marie semble heureuse.
Doucement la lumière touche
l’épaule blessée du Christ.

Je dors.
Ainsi commence
la vraie Vie.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Eglise blanche, Lanzarote © 2019– F.G.M.