Tomorrow and the day after
you won’t be alone:
it’s written in stone,
just written in stone.

Won’t you be
risen from the dead?
Didn’t He lead you
beside peaceful streams?

Your eyes get teary,
your soul is weary,
but Love warms your heart
and now you feel stronger.

Not alone,
never alone:
it’s written in stone,
just written in stone.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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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

In love with the Stars
and Words, inspired by
the silence of the Night
I dreamt I could write

Words in the Light.

But the sun rose
and on my white pages
only fleeting
traces of poetry

remain.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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original bilingual poem here

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

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