There is an ocean between us
but the Moon has built
a bridge of light so as we can 
take a step towards one another.

And the stars move
in the silence of the night,
and love grows stronger
despite the distance.

These were the words
that echoed in my heart
after I saw you
in a wonderful dream.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

As they had heard
the sad song of two caged birds
lucky stars asked the Night
free them and throw us in jail.

The Night thought
two stars does not make
much difference
and agreed.

That is why
sometimes before the dawn
you can hear such a beautiful
and grateful birdsong.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Caged Stars © 2019– F.G.M.

I enter
a white church
so silently.
Is this a dream? Maybe.

Mary seems pleased.
Light from above erases
the shoulder wound of Christ.
I rest.

Thus begins real Life.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

En silence j’entre
dans une église blanche.
Est-ce un rêve ? Peut-être.

Marie semble heureuse.
Doucement la lumière touche
l’épaule blessée du Christ.

Je dors.
Ainsi commence
la vraie Vie.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Eglise blanche, Lanzarote © 2019– F.G.M.

Alice’s dream within a dream
and the far side of the Moon
and the big blue tree
and a Spark of Love.

A sprig of heather
has fallen from the sky.
What is it called
when you see in the dark?

Shadows in the Night
love the shade of stars.
How is it that they die
each time a child awakens?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: The Blue Tree (Ernst Ludwig Kirchner)

Did you hear
the voice of the stars in darkness?
Did you grasp
the nature of daylight?

The Light is the Mother of Light
as Love is the Father of Love,
and we can get through the night
without any fear
for we see in every man’s
and every woman’s eyes
their bright reflection.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Avez vous dans les ténèbres entendu
la voix des étoiles?
Avez vous compris
la nature de la lumière du jour ?

La Lumière est mère de la lumière,
comme l’Amour est père de l’amour,
et nous pouvons aller sans peur
à travers la nuit
car nous voyons dans les yeux
de chaque homme et de chaque femme
leur éclatant reflet.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The song of forgotten springs have reached
the dreamer’s heart:
today is the first day of a dream in color.

Last to arrive and last to go is the pale rose’s way.
When it fades butterflies and light will perform
a wonderful mime.

Autumn! Even though we both die at the end
something deep in me will love you
till the end of time!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: Afternoon Light, Dogwood (Thomas Kinkade, 1985)