time flows
like a wild river
and I’m not exactly sure
how to say

goodbye

stars in the sky
shed light on the past
but they cannot reveal
the secret of how to say

I loved you

and words are unfaithful
they all will forget us
only silence knows
how to say

nothing is ever lost

© Frédéric Georges Martin

A vous qui m’avez fait du mal,
je dédie ces paroles.
Vous êtes Poussière, et je suis Vent.

Vous-ai je pardonné ? Je l’ignore.
Silencieux clair de lune,
étoiles miraculeuses.

De vous la Nuit n’a souvenir,
et moi déjà, j’oublie votre visage.
Telle est votre seconde tombe.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

To you who hurt me
I dedicate these words.
You are Dust, I am Wind.

Did I forgive you? I don’t know.
Silent moonlight,
amazing stars.

The Night does not remember you,
and I’m already forgetting your face.
That is your second grave.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

like twin poppies under the sky
I forget everything
because it’s just a glorious
blue summer morning

stories and worries
yesterdays, tomorrows
vain joy, true grief
dead-ends or seashores

the empire of Lights
the depths of darkness
greetings as farewells
and the fountain of youth

the silence of God
the Devil’s masquerade
their mysterious charade
dreams and even the Dreamer

like twin poppies under the Sky
I forget everything
because it’s just a glorious
blue summer morning

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Twin Poppies under the Sky – © 2017– F.G.M.

rue-de-leglise

Clearings in the Woods
that please the Moon
Edelweiss Fields
adored by the Sun

the cradle of stars
the Sea of Tranquility
the Land of Spring
the Edge of Nothing

the Source of the Stream,
60 Church Street, Alpha Orionis:
these may be some of the places
where the time goes.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

L’Heure de l’Infini  © 2017 – F.G.M.