The World that is not a Dream

Cello. Piano. Adagio.
Words fallen from the sky.
Why do they not want to sing?
What does their silence mean?

Emotion. Illusion. Delusion.
How to be sure?
Some rhymes are impure!
My questions make no sense!

Now that you live in
the World that is not a dream
you can read everything unwritten
and make music out of nothing.

It is such a nice way
to answer me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Dancers of Light

I’d like to plant a Dream tree
in the garden of lost words,
I know it can reach the sky
then bloom like a lotus.

I will climb up the tree
before jumping into a cloud
and if you throw me a rope
and hold out your hand to me

we’ll spend the Night
gazing at giant stars,
we’ll dance in the blue shade
as Dancers of Light do.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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

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illustration: Fields Of Fog (Eyvind Earle, 1990)