flowers seek
the light

flowers dance
in the twilight

flowers gleam
like stars in the Night

flowers breathe
flowers dream

flowers hope
flowers live

but flowers cry
and flowers die

and so do we

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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When the August sky is deep
and clear
Joshua Trees stay awake all Night.

They stand up straight and silent
like serene and wise
Desert stargazers,

and if you can hear their heart beating
they will teach you how to see
with your eyes closed

the Perseid meteor shower.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Not far from the sea
we’ll live in a place of light
and gentle peace.
Behind whitewashed walls
I will plant wild lavender
and myrtle,

and sometimes before
fire angels open
the gates of dawn
shiny stars will fall
from ebony skies –
I saw them in a dream!

Thus we’ll grow old and wise
and neither Night nor Death
shall be able to separate us.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Non loin de la mer
nous vivrons dans la lumière
et dans la paix.
Derrière des murs blanchis à la chaux
j’aurai planté des lavandes sauvages
et du myrte,

et parfois,
avant que des anges de feu
ouvrent grand les portes de l’aube,
de brillantes étoiles tomberont
des cieux d’ébène.
En rêve, je les ai vues !

Ainsi nous vieillirons ensemble
et ni la Nuit ni la Mort
ne pourront nous séparer.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

the Grain of Sand needs the Star
the Star needs the wild Flower
the wild Flower needs Heaven
Heaven needs the Night
the Night needs the Sky
the Sky needs the Child
the Child needs the Tree
the Tree needs the Birdsong
the Birdsong needs Silence
and Silence needs You

© Frédéric Georges Martin

give Him a broken umbrella
He’d like to get wet in the rain

give Him seven-league boots
He dreams to walk among the stars

give Him the closed book of destiny
He can guess the story

give Him a bit of your time
and listen to your heartbeat

He loves to hear
the sound of a Life

alive

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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

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