The Night will save me

The black wolf let out a howl.
The beast lurks in my chest.
My house is made of straw:
how could I get some rest?

But I’m in love with the Sea,
and it’s bigger than Fate.
Eternity remains undefined,
my soul can ride the wind:

every time I watch the Stars
I get my breath back,
so when they’re about to pounce
the Night will save me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

December

december

He dips His brush
into the light of winter
and paints naked trees on water
and the world trembles in the wind:

the Painter loves December.
He is the Master of illusions
and children guided by emotions
ask themselves questions like

How do clouds float in the sky?
Why do we have to die?
But He holds their little lives
in the cold palm of His hand.

How could they understand?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Le Pinceau © 2016 – F.G.M.

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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