The World that is not a Dream

Cello. Piano. Adagio.
Words fallen from the sky.
Why do they not want to sing?
What does their silence mean?

Emotion. Illusion. Delusion.
How to be sure?
Some rhymes are impure!
My questions make no sense!

Now that you live in
the World that is not a dream
you can read everything unwritten
and make music out of nothing.

It is such a nice way
to answer me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Droplets of Time

They were not mere raindrops
sliding down my father’s car windows.
They were colliding and merging worlds.
A game of creation and annihilation.

Droplets of Time, tears of the Soul.
My father’s car is long gone
but I still wonder at the power
of a child’s imagination.

And when it starts raining
there are neither where nor why.
The Silence in my heart helps me
to clarify some of Life’s great mysteries.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

A Ray of Sunshine / Un rayon de soleil

Before I leave
I will pack my suitcase.
I will take the breeze of our
most beautiful Summer,

silk memories
genuine laughs
the scent of a rose
and the fifth name of God.

Thus I will travel light.
And when I get there,
you will tell me
warm words of welcome.

Here
you don’t need anything.
The Sun shines.
Now you are

a ray of sunshine.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Avant de partir
je ferai ma valise.
J’y mettrai la brise
de notre plus bel été,

des souvenirs de soie
le rire de nos âmes
le parfum d’une rose
et le cinquième nom de Dieu.

Ainsi je voyagerai léger.
Et quand j’arriverai
vous me direz des mots
gentils et chaleureux.

Ici
tu n’as besoin de rien.
Il fait beau.
Désormais tu es

un rayon de soleil.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

La beauté de la Nuit / Ash-Wood Puppets

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

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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