Small Feather in the Wind

You left

like a small feather in the wind,
white feather in the wind
twirling and dancing
small feather in the wind.

You rose up in the sky then disappeared.
But who could ever doubt
a mother’s heart,
a small feather in the wind?

And now you are the light of stars,
a sonata of silent love,
the sweet reason
I never feel

alone.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

True Nature / Vraie Nature

starry-night

we are not
fireflies
dreaming they are
stars

we are
stars
believing they only are
fireflies

~

nous ne sommes pas
des lucioles
rêvant d’être
des étoiles

nous sommes
des étoiles
qui croient n’être que
des lucioles

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration : The Starry Night, Vincent Van Gogh (1889)

Where have the blackbirds gone?

The whole garden resounds
with the silence of the rain.
Where have the blackbirds gone?

Tearful trees miss their song.
Crows look like thieves
and morning glory grieves.

They were birds in quest of Light.
They’ve been flying for a long time.
They’re dancing at the gates of Dawn.

But we have no reason to be sad.
To have dreams is to have wings:
now it’s our turn to sing.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Roses bloom, roses fade.
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People lie, angels cry.
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Sometimes it’s a dark Night, but God is always right.
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Dreams die, and so will I.
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Worlds disappear and so do words.
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Yet Love remains.
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© Frédéric Georges Martin