december

He dips His brush
into the light of winter
and paints naked trees on water
and the world trembles in the wind:

the Painter loves December.
He is the Master of illusions
and children guided by emotions
ask themselves questions like

How do clouds float in the sky?
Why do we have to die?
But He holds their little lives
in the cold palm of His hand.

How could they understand?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Le Pinceau © 2016 – F.G.M.

Footsteps in the snow,
silhouettes in the rain,
a father’s smile
or a mother’s voice:

nothing,
nothing is really lost.
Clear lakes have
a good memory for faces,

empty spaces
aren’t actually empty.
The light of stars
keeps everything in mind,

the sky is neither blind
nor deaf,
believe these words:
the world will not forget us.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

vers-le-soleil

the Weak and the Strong
the Wise and the Fool
the Guilty and the Innocent
the Rich and the Poor

students, teachers and day dreamers
wrinkled old souls as well as youngsters
we all are heading straight
for the Kingdom we come from

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Vers le Soleil © 2016 – F.G.M.

In a former life I was a cat,
or maybe a carefree chickadee
twirling through the air,
I don’t remember very well.

Centuries later I became
a ghost poet whose dark soul
was riding the Night wind,
chasing stars and winged words.

Since I woke in a world of dreams,
I have been seeking
the path on the rainbow,
but this is my seventh life,

and God only knows
whether tomorrow I’ll be like
shadow turned into Light,
or Light turned into darkness,

and all I can say today is that
I love the way the bird of Hope
sings at twilight and seems to say
I am still not ready to die.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

we’ll walk on flower petals
leaving no trace
we’ll talk to a billion stars
without a sound

we’ll read
with closed eyes
the Word about
the Origin of us

then we’ll vanish
into the Light
when we meet again
in the Gardens of the Night

© Frédéric Georges Martin

ocean-de-fleurs-bleues

an ocean of blue flowers
life trees in the sunrise
and seven skies above

full of weightless butterflies

this is the way
you described Heaven
to my heavy soul

and these are the words

I’m writing tonight
as a thank you for the light
I saw with my heart

last Night

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: A Cloudy Day, Bluebonnets Near San Antonio, Texas
Robert Julian Onderdonk (1918)