Now You Can See

You were blind
but now you can see.
What you worried about
is gone with the wind.

Death and the will of Seth.
Fate and the closed gate.
Now you can walk your way
through the valley of dreams.

Now you must see
the stars and the sea
and feel the world is not
what it seems.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Silk Paper Dreams

The Night tries to let us know.
How long will we remain deaf?

The Moon does not shine.
She simply faces the Sun.
Things do not happen.
They come and go.
Time does not flow.
It just pretends to pass.
Worlds do not exist.
They all are
silk paper dreams,
and so is Life
and so is Death.

But Love is Love, it is
the only Truth.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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)

Love is a Garden!

Ornamental grasses
wave seductively in the wind,
flowers dream of freedom
in carefully aligned pots,
cleomes and roses grow
under the wooden arches
and poplars teach maples
how to touch the sky.

Let’s walk on the gravel path!
The place looks like
a wonderfully light-filled painting.
Summer is the painter’s name,
and butterflies can’t keep it secret:

Love is a garden!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Le jardin de l’île des Ibis © 2019– F.G.M.

Lucid Dream

The more countless stars gleam vividly,
the more words live intensely.

Enthralling paradox of the divine Scheme:
everything is both false and true.

But we too are alive like in a lucid dream
and Love will stay this wonderful Blue.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Azul Oscuro

Rocky slopes glow red,
black sand and lava catch the Light,
the clock holds it magnetic breath
and the Sun sheds copper tears.

When the Night falls,
Will we go blind?
Midnight lovers don’t mind.
Midnight lovers feel no fear.

Azul oscuro.
Silence cannot hurt.
Azul oscuro.
Darkness looks so clear!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Azul Oscuro © 2019– F.G.M.

Dreaming

The Sun looks so real.
There are many things
it tries to reveal.

But tears taste salty,
and the word death
sounds scary!

Why do we worry?
We are just dreaming
we are not dreaming.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Celestial Dream
(Jahar Dasgupta)

Devonian Garden

the waves
unseen
unplayed strings

all the things
we have
forgotten

what the stars really mean
the strange friendship
between the Shade and the Light

the whispers of water
the Past before the past
the Song before the birds

flowerless ferns
remember
everything

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Parque Terra Nostra (São Miguel) © 2019– F.G.M.

Child’s Heart

Raindrops are God’s tears,
rainbows are Heaven’s doors
and I strongly believe
clouds are floating mountains.

I love to blow the dandelion flower.
I always do as I please
and often hurt my knees
and my heart.

But I don’t really mind.
I’m proud to tell everybody
I never grow up
and never will.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Cloud
(Arkhip Kuindzhi)