if our eyes had filled up
with shadow and sorrow

if the Stars had faded away
if the Sun did not rise

there would always be
enough Light

enough Light in our Hearts
to illuminate the world

enough light to see
the shining face of Love

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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The day has begun
with a birdsong:
April speaks like an angel

and Spring told me
I was wrong.
This world is not Hell.

We’re not living
under the Devil’s spell.
The Night will never end

but birds are eternal
and I’m nearing
my destination.

Heaven is inside me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The wind has blown
over the hills.
Snow covers daffodils.
Tiny violets kiss the ice.

Today was
the last day of Winter.

Will anger and despair
melt away
like snow in the sun?
I hope so.

Tomorrow is
the first day of Spring.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

in the city of lost Angels
there’s a little shop of light

it’s open all night
it’s a joyful mess

the Shopkeeper is
the soul of kindness

the Moon costs two smiles
and all the stars are free

life lessons have no price
but Time and Love are so cheap

and you can buy Eternity
for only one Heart Penny

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Was it Winter’s swan song
or a strange harbinger of Spring?
The day before yesterday I saw
snowflakes in sunlight

softly falling from the Sky.
A waltz of stellar crystals
and gleeful particles.
Silent rain of divine Light.

And I danced with you,
and with Her
on the border that unites
Winter and Spring,

timeless place
where Hope and Love
show us their wonderful
Face.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Etait-ce le chant du cygne de l’hiver
ou l’étrange présage du printemps ?
J’ai vu doucement tomber du ciel,
et du soleil, des flocons de neige.

Une valse de cristaux et d’étoiles
de particules joyeuses,
pluie de lumière, avant hier,
silencieuse et divine.

Et j’ai dansé avec toi, avec Elle,
sur la frontière qui ne sépare pas
l’Hiver du Printemps,

espace hors du temps
où l’Espérance et l’Amour dévoilent
leur merveilleux visage.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Flocons de neige dans l’Infini © 2018 – F.G.M.

et nous aurons vécu
pantins en bois de frêne
touchés par le feu des étoiles
dissous dans la Lumière
pour que le Ciel apprenne

la beauté de la Nuit

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

ash-wood puppets

touched by the fire of stars
dissolved in Light
we live then die
so that the Sky may know
how beautiful the Night is

© Frédéric Georges Martin

a blackboard
painted with stars and Moon

a stick of chalk
bringing words to Life

snowdrop hunting
as Hope exercise

and a garden in June
beginner’s guide to Eternity

the World is a Copybook
Love is the Lesson

and we are both
Students and Teachers

© Frédéric Georges Martin