it’s cold

the pond has frozen over
two birds walk on ice

the mirror has two faces

thoughts disappear into
the maze of daydreams

Winter Dream

it’s not a mirage
we live side by side

and I feel warm inside

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Ensemble © 2019– F.G.M.

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I will tell the stars
how beautiful they are
in the Night Sky.

I will thank the Moon
for making children’s dreams
definitely possible.

In a world of misery
I will try to speak
the language of poetry,

and if I can’t keep my
new year’s resolutions
I will take a nap

under the Living Tree
then I will smile gently
to the Summer clouds.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Future of Statues
(René Magritte, 1937)

Was I thinking again
about tomorrow?
I did not notice
the road sign right away.

“Cementerio”.

But I can see it clearly now
and I feel an angel’s hand
on my shoulder
Why do I worry?

Promesa de Infinito.

I’m dreaming.
The Night is bright.
Time is on our side.
I am, you are, we are

the Light of the Stars.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Slow lights
on the bare mountains,
scattered white villages
unknown roads,

invisible bridges,
floating clouds,
time suspended,
wild dreams in the wind.

The Infinite does not reveal
all its secrets at once
but if you understand
the language of stars

and finally dare
to let your heart talk
you’ll certainly find
the most important one.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Terre Promise © 2018– F.G.M.

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 Eternity.

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

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Common Swifts
(Bruno Liljefors, 1886)

the Grain of Sand needs the Star
the Star needs the wild Flower
the wild Flower needs Heaven
Heaven needs the Night
the Night needs the Sky
the Sky needs the Child
the Child needs the Tree
the Tree needs the Birdsong
the Birdsong needs Silence
and Silence needs You

© Frédéric Georges Martin