To Autumn

The song of forgotten springs have reached
the dreamer’s heart:
today is the first day of a dream in color.

Last to arrive and last to go is the pale rose’s way.
When it fades butterflies and light will perform
a wonderful mime.

Autumn! Even though we both die at the end
something deep in me will love you
till the end of time!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Afternoon Light, Dogwood (Thomas Kinkade, 1985)

The Astronomer

He lives a billion light years away.
He surfs the gravitational waves.
He has found galaxies
in the shadows of quasars.

Cosmological dream.
He gently kissed Andromeda,
and neither time nor space
could keep them apart.

Poet of the Night
in love with the stars
gone before
the break of dawn.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Four minutes left to live

One minute
to have a lifelong dream
with you.

One minute
to watch the shadows of clouds
moving silently on ocher mountains.

One minute
to gaze upon a small white church
bathed in the sunset light.

And one minute
to walk hand in hand
leaving no trace in the sand.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Friend of the Sun

In a small white village
on a lovely sunny morning
I met a funny old lady.

She talked about her life
and we laughed a lot.
How beautiful Taormina was!

But everything ends.
“I have a malignant tumor.”
she said with a smile.

In a small white village
I met a friend of the Sun
and my heart is heavy,

so very heavy.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Blossoming Almonds in Taormina (Tivadar Kosztka Csontvary, 1902)

Azul Oscuro

Rocky slopes glow red,
black sand and lava catch the Light,
the clock holds it magnetic breath
and the Sun sheds copper tears.

When the Night falls,
Will we go blind?
Midnight lovers don’t mind.
Midnight lovers feel no fear.

Azul oscuro.
Silence cannot hurt.
Azul oscuro.
Darkness looks so clear!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Azul Oscuro © 2019– F.G.M.

Countdown

ten
let’s try the word

nine
existence

eight
there is a light

seven
in the distance

six
no matter if

five
it’s raining

four
remember

three
the beauty of a rose

two
not eveything ends

one
there we go

zero
come into the rainbow!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Rainbow
(Arkhip Kuindzhi)

Heartbeats

lighter than air
brighter than light
longer than time
higher than stars
stronger than love

here and hereafter
butterfly prose
sonorous rainbows
yours mine theirs
eternal echoes of our

heartbeats

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Dreaming

The Sun looks so real.
There are many things
it tries to reveal.

But tears taste salty,
and the word death
sounds scary!

Why do we worry?
We are just dreaming
we are not dreaming.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Celestial Dream
(Jahar Dasgupta)

Children of Icarus

children of Icarus
we are all flying to the Sun
but even pure gold melts down

bodies made of wax
each of us shall pass away
and reduced to ashes of light

we’ll be like tiny Summer traces
words of Love
still unsaid

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Love is Now

the Day
the Night
the Sun
the Stars

you smile
I breathe
you breathe
I smile

love is Now
it is our place in posterity
we do not need
eternity

© Frédéric Georges Martin