Elsewhere

Planets revolve around their star,
the wind blows as the sun sets
trees sway, sapphire rivers flow,
somber flames start to dance.

And the Night mist reveals
deep and hidden things,
and the Moon watches over dreams
until unaware shadows flee,

then bodies wander the world.
But the Hearts still beat as One
for the Soul lives
Elsewhere.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Fields Of Fog (Eyvind Earle, 1990)

Blue Summer Morning

like twin poppies under the sky
I forget everything
because it’s just a glorious
blue summer morning

stories and worries
yesterdays, tomorrows
vain joy, true grief
dead-ends or seashores

the empire of Lights
the depths of darkness
greetings as farewells
and the fountain of youth

the silence of God
the Devil’s masquerade
their mysterious charade
dreams and even the Dreamer

like twin poppies under the Sky
I forget everything
because it’s just a glorious
blue summer morning

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Twin Poppies under the Sky – © 2017– F.G.M.

The Flowers and the Sky (Mon étoile)

First
I was tempted to hate
the flowers and the sky
the trees and the Night

then I even thought about
not forgiving God.
The Soul sometimes needs
to wear black

and to hide from the stars.
But the Sun shines
behind the darkest clouds
and finally I sing:

mon étoile
did not leave me
et j’aime toujours
the flowers and the sky!

© Frédéric Georges Martin