Where have the blackbirds gone?

The whole garden resounds
with the silence of the rain.
Where have the blackbirds gone?

Tearful trees miss their song.
Crows look like thieves
and morning glory grieves.

They were birds in quest of Light.
They’ve been flying for a long time.
They’re dancing at the gates of Dawn.

But we have no reason to be sad.
To have dreams is to have wings:
now it’s our turn to sing.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Roses bloom, roses fade.
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People lie, angels cry.
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Sometimes it’s a dark Night, but God is always right.
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Dreams die, and so will I.
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Worlds disappear and so do words.
No comment.

Yet Love remains.
No comment.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Child You Were

Sometimes old photos reveal
the beauty of concealed treasures
for wistful lovers’ bitter pleasures.

I’ve seen the child you were,
your smile is still the same!
How is it that yesterday seems so real?

Tell me, how could we
make Time go slower?
Why should it all end in tears?

But neither Life nor Years
are really to blame,
true Love is a never-fading flame.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Between Chatou and Croissy

Renoir - The Seine at Asnières

I was walking along the Seine
between Chatou and Croissy
admiring upright hollyhocks
as proud as poor,

sunlight dancing on water,
trees by the riverside,
and pretty houses
with closed shutters,

when suddenly
and so mysteriously
I ran into Renoir’s ghost
and saw the Light again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : The Seine at Asnières, Renoir (1879)

Notre Infini / Our Infinite

Est-ce lumière du soir ?
Ou lumière du matin ?
Et cette voix silencieuse,
un signe, un guide, un ange?

Océan, je m’interroge.
Etoiles, je m’émerveille.
Lumière.
Ainsi naquit le monde.

Il n’y a ni temps ni espace.
Vraie Vie, pure Grâce,
et mon coeur s’emplit de joie :
l’amour est tout, il est

notre infini.

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Sunset, sunrise.
Which light does it resemble?
And what about this silent voice.
Is it a sign, a guide, an angel?

Ocean, I’m wondering.
Stars, you enthrall me.
Light.
And thus was born the world.

There is neither time nor space,
true Life, pure Grace,
I’m full of the joys of Spring,
love sustains everything :

it is our Infinite.

© Frédéric Georges Martin