You left

like a small feather in the wind,
white feather in the wind
twirling and dancing
small feather in the wind.

You rose up in the sky then disappeared.
But who could ever doubt
a mother’s heart,
a small feather in the wind?

And now you are the light of stars,
a sonata of silent love,
the sweet reason
I never feel

alone.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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jolie journée d’été
ciel étoilé
petites flammes
âmes qui dansent

espoirs déçus
leçons reçues
larmes de joie
lames de fond

le rivage et la mer
la vie, le ciel
tant de lumière
beaucoup nous est donné

mais le temps est compté
alors vraiment
il faut se souvenir
se souvenir d’aimer

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Great Wheel

Wahoo!
We almost flew!
And the Wheel turns,
and the Heart learns.

It’s been real!
The ride does not last long,
I must admit
what stars knew all along.

Nothing lasts!
the low Tide said,
but for that moment
in the realm of the Sunset Bird,

I know waves will ever sing
the Song without any word
and the Great Wheel
will never stop spinning.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Grande roue sur la côte (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

Rising Moon
Can you see the Moon coming up?
It s a new Moon.
Can you see the Sky?
It looks like a painting!

Shades of green. Hues of blue.
Pink and purple waves.
Orange sea.  Invisible sailboats.
The Night is coming! The Sun is dreaming!

It s time for the Moon to shine!
It s time for the Wind to caress your cheek!
It’s time for your freed Soul to feel
how huge your Heart can be!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration : Crescent Moon At Sunset, Arkhip Kuindzhi (1908)

Sometimes old photos reveal
the beauty of concealed treasures
for wistful lovers’ bitter pleasures.

I’ve seen the child you were,
your smile is still the same!
How is it that yesterday seems so real?

Tell me, how could we
make Time go slower?
Why should it all end in tears?

But neither Life nor Years
are really to blame,
true Love is a never-fading flame.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Je n’ai pas connu l’enfant que tu étais
mais sur une photo perdue dans un tiroir
j’ai vu que ton sourire était toujours le même.

Quelle chance avons nous de nous être trouvés
dans l’univers immense
dans la lumière du soir,

enfants éternels,
dont les âmes jumelles s’aiment,
s’aiment, bien par delà le Temps.

© Frédéric Georges Martin