Love does exist

Some flowers
bloom at Night,
some words
dissipate the Mist.

The Spring is the Breath,
the Breath is the Spring,
and the Wind blows
where it will.

It has no name indeed
but angels bleed
when men cease
to believe that

Love does exist.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

It’s raining Light!

There is a rainbow
over the hills,
there is a sparkle
in your eyes.

There is a smile
on the face of Spring,
there is a twinkle in the sky.
Trees have always known,

flowers glow in the dark.
No one is alone:
it’s raining Light!
We are not dreaming:

it’s raining Light!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

What if?

What if
I close my eyes?

What if
you cross the Sea?

What if
I hold my breath?

What if
you make the wind chime sing?

What if
I let the breeze carry me?

What if
you let me see?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

I surrender.

Castles in Spain look close to collapse,
and Damocles laughs behind my back:
in a dream an angel of darkness
has shown me his sword and my grave.

I’ve a lot to answer for,
but I’m not afraid anymore.
Spring, Light, Peace:
such little words can save.

Cancer. Dancer. Answer.
The Stars. The Wind. The Sea.
Not asking for anything.
This is my best prayer:

I surrender.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Ode to the Seasons

If I had only one year left to live
I would thank Spring
for bluebells woods and rainbows,
seen and unseen.

I would tell Summer
it means the world to me.
In Fall, I would plant a tree
under the silent stars.

Leaf on the wind,
I would ask Winter
to give me for Christmas
only one Night more,

and like a child
enthralled by the Lights
I would write in the snow
love letters with many forevers.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Gardens of the Night

we’ll walk on flower petals
leaving no trace
we’ll talk to a billion stars
without a sound

we’ll read
with closed eyes
the Word about
the Origin of us

then we’ll vanish
into the Light
when we meet again
in the Gardens of the Night

© Frédéric Georges Martin