The Rainbow is gone

No one sings in the rain.
Colors have died out.
The widowed sky mourns.

Time again to bid
a sad farewell
to the lights of Spring.

How could I hold on?
Angels have flown away.
The rainbow is gone!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: The Voyage of Life (Old Age) – detail
(Thomas Cole, 1842)

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At the Edge of the Pond

The birds have flown,
the tree has grown,
and nobody sits on the bench
but a sad and lonely child.

Did the gray heron
stop fishing in the pond?
Do water-lilies bloom
forever and beyond?

Time plays the piano
and brings me solace.
Miracles or Memories.
Stillness and Beauty.

Dreams
at the edge of Eternity.
Oh! You look so pretty
when you come and sit by me!

© Frédéric Georges Martin