Tomorrow and the day after
you won’t be alone:
it’s written in stone,
just written in stone.

Won’t you be
risen from the dead?
Didn’t He lead you
beside peaceful streams?

Your eyes get teary,
your soul is weary,
but Love warms your heart
and now you feel stronger.

Not alone,
never alone:
it’s written in stone,
just written in stone.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Roses bloom, roses fade.
No comment.

People lie, angels cry.
No comment.

Sometimes it’s a dark Night, but God is always right.
No comment.

Dreams die, and so will I.
No comment.

Worlds disappear and so do words.
No comment.

Yet Love remains.
No comment.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

if the year were
an ocean
if the ocean were
a tear of God
a drop of eternity
September
would be
an island of light
rimmed with unending beaches
where pure amber
in the sunset
would sparkle
like
nowhere
else

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Monet, Sea Study

Je suis venu te voir
sans bien savoir
ni ce que tu es
ni quoi te demander,

la lune
le rayon d’une étoile
les mots d’une chanson
l’inspiration,

la mer
les couleurs qu’elle invente,
nuages oranges
passage d’un ange,

et je suis reparti,
un peu fou, un peu ivre,
le cœur immense
et rempli de silences.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration : Sea Study, Monet (1881)

Gavarnie

clouds
float in the sky
the sun warms the vertiginous peak
obsidian cliffs shine in the blinding light of hidden stars
and the cascade roars with laughter as it rushes down
to the one billion-years chasm
and the Soul shudders
when God says

I
made
all this
for
you

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Cirque de Garvarnie (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

If you show me
how to walk at night
in the light of myriad stars
I know I will find the path.

If you give me a sign
I most certainly will see your face
through the bright dust of constellations
and your hand will guide me.

If I look far enough
when you speak so clearly
the silent language of Midnight skies
I think I will be able to understand,

and if you whisper in my ear
golden words to tell me about
the glowing Breath of God,
I will not fear death anymore.

© Frédéric Georges Martin