sur les eaux transparentes
j’ai vu ton âme scintiller

c’est un monde turquoise
baigné de lumière

m’as-tu dit
sans prononcer un mot

et je me suis laissé bercer
par les vagues de la Nuit

jusqu’à ce qu’en rêve
l’aube me ramène à la vie

~

like stars seen
through the clear water
I saw your soul sparkling

it’s a turquoise world
bathed in light
you said without a word

and I let myself
be lulled by
the waves of the Night

till Dawn in a dream
brings me back
to life

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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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

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
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

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

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