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

One minute
to have a lifelong dream
with you.

One minute
to watch the shadows of clouds
moving silently on ocher mountains.

One minute
to gaze upon a small white church
bathed in the sunset light.

And one minute
to walk hand in hand
leaving no trace in the sand.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

(For Alexandra)

Fire under the ashes.
The wind blows.
The sea roars.

I love an Island.
Maybe I should say
an Island loves me.

Silence speaks louder,
my heart beats faster,
my soul flies higher.

I burn for an Island.
Maybe I should say
an Island burns me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

How you ever wondered about
the origin of Light?

Do you think we resemble
rainbows?

Will your heart answer
my question?

Where,
where does Love come from?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

lighter than air
brighter than light
longer than time
higher than stars
stronger than love

here and hereafter
butterfly prose
sonorous rainbows
yours mine theirs
eternal echoes of our

heartbeats

© Frédéric Georges Martin