Dandelion

“Will I survive the Storm?”

the Dandelion Seed asked to the Spirit of the Wind

“No.” 

He said before adding warmly

“But the Flower will.”

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Dandelion seeds © 2016 – F.G.M.

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Fluttering leaves.
Shades of orange and brown.
Autumnal holograms
illuminated from within.

Fall is a collage maker,
a painter of renown,
but it seems passers-by see
nothing.

I’m smiling, not really dreaming.
Time has been set free.
This is almost eternity,
and you are so close to me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Round and round the Garden
I’m sure years didn’t harden
your heart

and you were strong enough
to go
through the wind and the rain.

But I know words
will never relieve
your pain.

One step
two step
unsmiling little tin soldier,

open your small rusty hand
and sing, sing, sing
this is the best way to regain

the will to breathe
the will to live
the will to love!

© 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.
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Dreams die, and so will I.
No comment.

Worlds disappear and so do words.
No comment.

Yet Love remains.
No comment.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Great Wheel

Wahoo!
We almost flew!
And the Wheel turns,
and the Heart learns.

It’s been real!
The ride does not last long,
I must admit
what stars knew all along.

Nothing lasts!
the low Tide said,
but for that moment
in the realm of the Sunset Bird,

I know waves will ever sing
the Song without any word
and the Great Wheel
will never stop spinning.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Grande roue sur la côte (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

Est-ce lumière du soir ?
Ou lumière du matin ?
Et cette voix silencieuse,
un signe, un guide, un ange?

Océan, je m’interroge.
Etoiles, je m’émerveille.
Lumière.
Ainsi naquit le monde.

Il n’y a ni temps ni espace.
Vraie Vie, pure Grâce,
et mon coeur s’emplit de joie :
l’amour est tout, il est

notre infini.

~

Sunset, sunrise.
Which light does it resemble?
And what about this silent voice.
Is it a sign, a guide, an angel?

Ocean, I’m wondering.
Stars, you enthrall me.
Light.
And thus was born the world.

There is neither time nor space,
true Life, pure Grace,
I’m full of the joys of Spring,
love sustains everything :

it is our Infinite.

© Frédéric Georges Martin