Last Words

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

The Forgotten Poem

Have you seen Mnemosyne
in the garden of lost Springs?
I wish I could remember
the Forgotten Poem!

Was it about
a thousand-year-old tree
or the light within
the smallest fragment of time?

I guess it was written
by the breeze in a dream
with silent words of yours,

a sonnet engraved
in the nightingale’s heart,
all about Life and Love.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Wonderful Dream

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

The Sound of the Sea

Pebbles roll. Waves sing.
Rumbles enthrall solitary seagulls.

They shout with joy
for Time has stopped.

I stand at the seashore of Memory.
I am not alone.

I am listening
to the Sound of the Sea.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Plage de lumière © 2019– F.G.M.

The Blue Tree

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

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Illustration: The Blue Tree (Ernst Ludwig Kirchner)

To Autumn

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

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

In Paradisum

violet trees
light breeze

clear waters
treasure coffers

fading realities
rising memories

true words
free birds

my love
like a dove

in paradisum

© Frédéric Georges Martin