Now You Can See

You were blind
but now you can see.
What you worried about
is gone with the wind.

Death and the will of Seth.
Fate and the closed gate.
Now you can walk your way
through the valley of dreams.

Now you must see
the stars and the sea
and feel the world is not
what it seems.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Last Tear

when Summer is over
when birds leave the garden
when the old tree leans
then falls

when the Body has cried
its last tear
when the Mind has dreamt
its last dream

when Time has all forgotten
when Time Itself is forgotten
when we are forgiven
and come One

only Love will remain

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Jardin de cendres / Garden of Ashes

Dans le jardin de cendres
les fleurs vivent dans le déni.
De leurs vives couleurs
monte un parfum d’insolence :
contre la sombre évidence,
elles ne croient qu’en la Vie.

Dans mon jardin de pierres
je veux vivre comme elles,
mentir à la Mort
et au noir crépuscule oser parler à Dieu
pour lui dire en retenant mes larmes
“le Paradis c’était ici”.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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In the garden of ashes
flowers live in denial.
They have vibrant colors
and a fragrance of insolence:
against the dark evidence
they only believe in Life.

In my stone garden
I want to live like them,
I want to lie to Death
and if I can hold my tears back
at dusk I will tell God
“Heaven was Here”.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: Corner of a Garden (John Singer Sargent, c.1879)

A Song for the Wind

I feel like singing a song in the wind
a song for the wind.
But nobody hears, nobody knows.
I feel lonely, and so does the Earth.

The stars speak to me,
my little heart grows.

“Please sing a song in the wind
a song for the wind,

God hears and so do we.
You still have plenty of time,
everything will be fine
as long as we shine.”

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Metaphysical Nursery Rhyme / Mortelle Comptine

one, two, three
let’s climb
the Life Tree

four, five, six
poets know
many tips and tricks

seven, eight, nine
to forgive is human
to err is divine

ten, eleven, twelve
into Oneness
we all shall dissolve

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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un deux trois
je n’irai plus
au bois

quatre cinq six
le pic est altier
mon âme dévisse

sept huit neuf
le temps est compté
ceci n’est pas du bluff

dix onze douze
la vie est belle
 mais la mort est jalouse

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Behind the Blue Door

Behind the Blue Door
there’s a garden and more,
flowers falling from an apple tree
and all what the eyes cannot see.

Before the Blue Door
one must stand still and silent,
there’s no door handle
but a Message to your heart:

Love! Love is the password!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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La Porte bleue © 2020– F.G.M.

Silk Paper Dreams

The Night tries to let us know.
How long will we remain deaf?

The Moon does not shine.
She simply faces the Sun.
Things do not happen.
They come and go.
Time does not flow.
It just pretends to pass.
Worlds do not exist.
They all are
silk paper dreams,
and so is Life
and so is Death.

But Love is Love, it is
the only Truth.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Clara’s Song / Chanson de Clara

It’s a huge universe
and a strange hue of blue.
Clara, I mean
I don’t blame you.

With all your being
you loved him.
Clara, that’s  true.
There’s light in darkness.

Deep black silence.
Absence and presence.
Clara. Like a sweet
and luminous laughter.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Que l’univers est grand
et cette nuance de bleu,
étrange. Clara, si loin de moi
l’idée de te blâmer.

De tout ton être tu l’aimais.
Clara, c’est vrai.
De l’obscurité
a surgi la Lumière.

Silence noir et profond,
absence et présence.
Clara. Comme un rire
doux et lumineux.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: Ophelia (Odilon Redon, c1903)

The Forgotten Poem

Have you seen Mnemosyne
in the garden of lost Springs?
I wish I could remember
the Forgotten Poem!

Was it about
a thousand-year-old tree
or the light within
the smallest fragment of time?

I guess it was written
by the breeze in a dream
with silent words of yours,

a sonnet engraved
in the nightingale’s heart,
all about Life and Love.

© Frédéric Georges Martin