I you were the sky, you would be
the sun of Love in a haze of light.
If I were the night, I would be
the dream in which one sees you.
If you were a rainbow, you would be
the bird of the seven colors of Hope,
and if I were a man, I would be a child
so that I could hear you singing in my heart.
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Illustration: The Sun (Edvard Munch, 1911-1916)
Let’s climb the rocky hills!
Let’s look for blue stones!
Tomorrows are uncertain
but the sun is still shining.
The palm tree has sung,
it’s dreaming of sunsets,
my heart needs the Sea
and you have wings of light!
After the sky turns purple
the stars will align.
Remember! Evening Dreams
make the Night eternal.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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Soleil couchant © 2020– F.G.M.
You were blind
but now you can see.
What you worried about
is gone with the wind.
Death and the will of Seth.
Fate and the closed gate.
Now you can walk your way
through the valley of dreams.
Now you must see
the stars and the sea
and feel the world is not
what it seems.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
wherever the river goes
whenever the sun sets
whatever the wind overthrows
whoever the Night chooses
Love will never fail
Love will never fall
Love will never fade
Love will never end
© Frédéric Georges Martin
when Summer is over
when birds leave the garden
when the old tree leans
then falls
when the Body has cried
its last tear
when the Mind has dreamt
its last dream
when Time has all forgotten
when Time Itself is forgotten
when we are forgiven
and come One
only Love will remain
© Frédéric Georges Martin
nothing stays the same
Winter Spring Summer
all passes with time
the scent of lilacs
the sound of your voice
the smile and the thrill
nightingales stop to sing
silence steals the wind chime
Fall arrives, children leave
mothers go to heaven
cities fall apart
the stars fade out
but Love is eternal
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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Illustration: Lilac in a glass (Edouard Manet, c1882)
Behind the Blue Door
there’s a garden and more,
flowers falling from an apple tree
and all what the eyes cannot see.
Before the Blue Door
one must stand still and silent,
there’s no door handle
but a Message to your heart:
Love! Love is the password!
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
La Porte bleue © 2020– F.G.M.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
I could send you a letter
to put bitterness into your heart,
but thorns and salt on the wound
might hurt me more than Winters did.
So now all the leaves
have fallen to the ground
I write on the dancing candle flame
last words that will go up in smoke.
Everything.
Midnight tears and lost Springs.
Heartaches and Love ungiven.
I forgive you everything.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
no matter
how far the Evening Star
no matter
how long the Winter
the Bird of Hope
has taken us under its wing
when the Heart is wide open
every day is
Christmas
© Frédéric Georges Martin
