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)

in your Spirit I see the Dream
in the Dream I see the Night
in the Night I see the Light
in the Light I see your Heart
in your Heart I see Love
in Love I see the Spirit of God
since ever and forever
your Spirit

© Frédéric Georges Martin

dans ton Esprit je vois le Rêve
dans le Rêve je vois la Nuit
dans la Nuit je vois la Lumière
dans la Lumière je vois ton Cœur
dans ton Cœur je vois l’Amour
dans l’Amour je vois l’Esprit de Dieu
depuis toujours et à jamais
ton Esprit

© Frédéric Georges Martin

en tu Espíritu veo el Sueño
en el Sueño veo la Noche
en la Noche veo la Luz
en la Luz veo tu Corazón
en tu Corazón veo el Amor
en el Amor veo el Espíritu de Dios
desde siempre y para siempre
tu Espíritu

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Ornamental grasses
wave seductively in the wind,
flowers dream of freedom
in carefully aligned pots,
cleomes and roses grow
under the wooden arches
and poplars teach maples
how to touch the sky.

Let’s walk on the gravel path!
The place looks like
a wonderfully light-filled painting.
Summer is the painter’s name,
and butterflies can’t keep it secret:

Love is a garden!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Le jardin de l’île des Ibis © 2019– F.G.M.

He lives a billion light years away.
He surfs the gravitational waves.
He has found galaxies
in the shadows of quasars.

Cosmological dream.
He gently kissed Andromeda,
and neither time nor space
could keep them apart.

Poet of the Night
in love with the stars
gone before
the break of dawn.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The more countless stars gleam vividly,
the more words live intensely.

Enthralling paradox of the divine Scheme:
everything is both false and true.

But we too are alive like in a lucid dream
and Love will stay this wonderful Blue.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

She was quiet and almost sad.
Olds ladies were painting.
I could not say anything.
I just threw flowers in the river.

I don’t love you anymore
and I’m going to leave you.
Cruel words a poet should
never say to her muse.

How strangely still the water was!
Did the women notice something?
Flowers danced silently on the Seine.
Lost world in watercolours.

I left without looking back.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Fleurs sur la Seine © 2019– F.G.M.

One minute
to have a lifelong dream
with you.

One minute
to watch the shadows of clouds
moving silently on ocher mountains.

One minute
to gaze upon a small white church
bathed in the sunset light.

And one minute
to walk hand in hand
leaving no trace in the sand.

© Frédéric Georges Martin