How hard it must be
to be an angel.

Nathaniel,
a flower has fallen.

Nathaniel,
how heartbreaking the world is.

Nathaniel,
inspire me a prayer.

How hard it is
not to be an angel.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Fallen Flower © 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

ten
let’s try the word

nine
existence

eight
there is a light

seven
in the distance

six
no matter if

five
it’s raining

four
remember

three
the beauty of a rose

two
not eveything ends

one
there we go

zero
come into the rainbow!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Rainbow
(Arkhip Kuindzhi)

lighter than air
brighter than light
longer than time
higher than stars
stronger than love

here and hereafter
butterfly prose
sonorous rainbows
yours mine theirs
eternal echoes of our

heartbeats

© Frédéric Georges Martin

I’ve left the garden
where I used to find peace
and you.

But I’m not really sad.
Flowers bloom.
Butterflies will fly around,

and the Moon shines
and the Night wears
a coat of many colours.

Listen! Birds are calling
the God of Gardeners.
The stars are the same everywhere

and Trees have said a prayer:
tonight I will return to
the garden of treasures!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Le jardin que j’aimais,
je jardin où je pouvais
te retrouver, je l’ai quitté.

Mais je ne suis pas vraiment triste.
La lune brille, les arbres prient,
et la nuit porte un manteau de couleurs.

Partout les étoiles sont les mêmes
et Dieu toujours nous aime.
Alors cette nuit je sais,

je sais que j’y retournerai.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Torn-up letters of disdain.
Manuscripts thrown in the bin.
You say you are sorry.

But it is no so easy.
And I must close the book
on printed rainbows.

Raindrop words will never find
their place in the sun.
I give up. You have won.

Success will never come.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Book
(Juan Gris, 1913)