How much do words weigh?
Will Summer find its way?
Could paper birds teach me
the art of asking the right questions?

Someone left the window open
and the Door ajar.
The stars shine over the hawthorn hedge.
The Night brings a wealth of knowledge.

I let the paper birds fly away.
Happiness takes patience.
When they come home,
they will bring me answers.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

I did not notice
when swifts left.
Did they fly west?
Did they fly south?

They were master acrobats
rising, falling, racing,
fearlessly grazing
the edge of Infinity.

The blue fields of freedom
now look empty:
Grace will remain
an unfathomable mystery.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Common Swifts
(Bruno Liljefors, 1886)