Rocky slopes glow red,
black sand and lava catch the Light,
the clock holds it magnetic breath
and the Sun sheds copper tears.

When the Night falls,
Will we go blind?
Midnight lovers don’t mind.
Midnight lovers feel no fear.

Azul oscuro.
Silence cannot hurt.
Azul oscuro.
Darkness looks so clear!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Azul Oscuro © 2019– F.G.M.

How you ever wondered about
the origin of Light?

Do you think we resemble
rainbows?

Will your heart answer
my question?

Where,
where does Love come from?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Between the end of the day
and the beginning of night
Love is made visible
and the soul-stuff is palpable.

Angled light, lengthening shadows.
Tranquil harmony of purple sounds:
peace and mystery rule the garden,
echoes of the sunset heal all wounds.

Evening Light.

To see is to love.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Elle ressemble à l’étoffe
dont les âmes sont faites.
Les jardins qu’elle inonde
se font miroirs de l’Autre Monde

et quand elle s’unit au Silence
l’Amour rendu visible
soudain n’est plus
indicible.

Lumière du soir.

Voir c’est aimer.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Sunset at Sent Charlez. Eragny
(Camille Pissarro, 1891)

if our eyes had filled up
with shadow and sorrow

if the Stars had faded away
if the Sun did not rise

there would always be
enough Light

enough Light in our Hearts
to illuminate the world

enough light to see
the shining face of Love

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Was it Winter’s swan song
or a strange harbinger of Spring?
The day before yesterday I saw
snowflakes in sunlight

softly falling from the Sky.
A waltz of stellar crystals
and gleeful particles.
Silent rain of divine Light.

And I danced with you,
and with Her
on the border that unites
Winter and Spring,

timeless place
where Hope and Love
show us their wonderful
Face.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Etait-ce le chant du cygne de l’hiver
ou l’étrange présage du printemps ?
J’ai vu doucement tomber du ciel,
et du soleil, des flocons de neige.

Une valse de cristaux et d’étoiles
de particules joyeuses,
pluie de lumière, avant hier,
silencieuse et divine.

Et j’ai dansé avec toi, avec Elle,
sur la frontière qui ne sépare pas
l’Hiver du Printemps,

espace hors du temps
où l’Espérance et l’Amour dévoilent
leur merveilleux visage.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Flocons de neige dans l’Infini © 2018 – F.G.M.