La Condamnation / The Sentence

Désespérées, des fleurs mauves
ont embrassé l’Automne,
et des lumières oranges
ici et là s’attardent.

Ce jardin est un tableau,
et le monde est un faux,
et de mon âme j’ai perçu
la vacillation

quand j’ai reçu
ma condamnation.
Mais je t’aime à jamais
et c’est tout ce qui compte.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Desperate thistles
have fallen in love with Autumn.
Here and there
orange lights linger.

That garden is a painting,
and the world is a fake,
and I feel my soul quivering
for the sentence is Death,

but I love you
forever
and that’s all that
matters.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: thistles on orange (Erin Hanson, 2016)

The Light of September

Today I saw
tall trees in the forest
standing proudly
like kings of kingdoms

unseen.

Today I heard children
still unaware of Time
celebrating a birthday
and I thought about

Life and Death.

Today I kept watching
a hungry chickadee,
I dreamed of the Sea,
I breathed the Light of September,

and that just made my day.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Forêt en Septembre © 2017– F.G.M.

La Isla de Fuego

Birds did not mistake about it,
You are the place
where the sky was born,
where everything ends
and begins in fire.

Wind. Breath. Spirit.
La Isla de Fuego, 
homeland of elements
black dream in the blue
white church by the sea.

Strangers at sunset,
how could we resist Your charms?
Old man in Your arms,
how could I be
not ready to die?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Song of Amazement

Come rain or shine
wild flowers remain graceful
and the Moon knows light and shade
can get along just fine.

In a world of dreams
you can go as you please
for the Flame does not flicker
in the breeze.

The birth of a rose,
the life of a bird,
nothing lasts for long
but Love is more patient than I,

and so I sing
the Song of the Dawn Sky
the Song of the Evening Star
the Song of Amazement!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

A Treasure of Light

Thinner than silk paper
softer than mango butter
it looks like both
a frangipani flower
and that special ray of sunshine
able to soften any stone.

Reasons remain unknown,
but as sure as day follows Night
a Treasure of Light
has stolen my heart
and such beauty
gives me the shivers.

From now on
I can touch
the skin of your soul.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Frangipani Flower © 2017– F.G.M.