Metaphysical Nursery Rhyme / Mortelle Comptine

one, two, three
let’s climb
the Life Tree

four, five, six
poets know
many tips and tricks

seven, eight, nine
to forgive is human
to err is divine

ten, eleven, twelve
into Oneness
we all shall dissolve

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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un deux trois
je n’irai plus
au bois

quatre cinq six
le pic est altier
mon âme dévisse

sept huit neuf
le temps est compté
ceci n’est pas du bluff

dix onze douze
la vie est belle
 mais la mort est jalouse

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Last Words

I could send you a letter
to put bitterness into your heart,
but thorns and salt on the wound
might hurt me more than Winters did.

So now all the leaves
have fallen to the ground
I write on the dancing candle flame
last words that will go up in smoke.

Everything.
Midnight tears and lost Springs.
Heartaches and Love ungiven.
I forgive you everything.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Silk Paper Dreams

The Night tries to let us know.
How long will we remain deaf?

The Moon does not shine.
She simply faces the Sun.
Things do not happen.
They come and go.
Time does not flow.
It just pretends to pass.
Worlds do not exist.
They all are
silk paper dreams,
and so is Life
and so is Death.

But Love is Love, it is
the only Truth.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Forgotten Poem

Have you seen Mnemosyne
in the garden of lost Springs?
I wish I could remember
the Forgotten Poem!

Was it about
a thousand-year-old tree
or the light within
the smallest fragment of time?

I guess it was written
by the breeze in a dream
with silent words of yours,

a sonnet engraved
in the nightingale’s heart,
all about Life and Love.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Wonderful Dream

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

Magnificent Winter

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

The Nature of Daylight / Eclatant Reflet

Did you hear
the voice of the stars in darkness?
Did you grasp
the nature of daylight?

The Light is the Mother of Light
as Love is the Father of Love,
and we can get through the night
without any fear
for we see in every man’s
and every woman’s eyes
their bright reflection.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Avez vous dans les ténèbres entendu
la voix des étoiles?
Avez vous compris
la nature de la lumière du jour ?

La Lumière est mère de la lumière,
comme l’Amour est père de l’amour,
et nous pouvons aller sans peur
à travers la nuit
car nous voyons dans les yeux
de chaque homme et de chaque femme
leur éclatant reflet.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Visions / Visions / Visiones

in your Spirit I see the Dream
in the Dream I see the Night
in the Night I see the Light
in the Light I see your Heart
in your Heart I see Love
in Love I see the Spirit of God
since ever and forever
your Spirit

© Frédéric Georges Martin

dans ton Esprit je vois le Rêve
dans le Rêve je vois la Nuit
dans la Nuit je vois la Lumière
dans la Lumière je vois ton Cœur
dans ton Cœur je vois l’Amour
dans l’Amour je vois l’Esprit de Dieu
depuis toujours et à jamais
ton Esprit

© Frédéric Georges Martin

en tu Espíritu veo el Sueño
en el Sueño veo la Noche
en la Noche veo la Luz
en la Luz veo tu Corazón
en tu Corazón veo el Amor
en el Amor veo el Espíritu de Dios
desde siempre y para siempre
tu Espíritu

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Astronomer

He lives a billion light years away.
He surfs the gravitational waves.
He has found galaxies
in the shadows of quasars.

Cosmological dream.
He gently kissed Andromeda,
and neither time nor space
could keep them apart.

Poet of the Night
in love with the stars
gone before
the break of dawn.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Lucid Dream

The more countless stars gleam vividly,
the more words live intensely.

Enthralling paradox of the divine Scheme:
everything is both false and true.

But we too are alive like in a lucid dream
and Love will stay this wonderful Blue.

© Frédéric Georges Martin