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.

Elsewhere

Planets revolve around their star,
the wind blows as the sun sets
trees sway, sapphire rivers flow,
somber flames start to dance.

And the Night mist reveals
deep and hidden things,
and the Moon watches over dreams
until unaware shadows flee,

then bodies wander the world.
But the Hearts still beat as One
for the Soul lives
Elsewhere.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Fields Of Fog (Eyvind Earle, 1990)

The Princess

sketch-for-a-mermaid

She breathes
and sailors smile or worry,
She sings
and mermaids dream or cry.

She poses,
and painters do their best.
Then she disappears after
she sprinkled stardust in their eyes.

She sometimes wears
a wedding veil
but every man knows
she will never marry

for she is
the King’s mistress.
The Sea.
Princess of the seeking Souls.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Sketch For A Mermaid
(John William Waterhouse, 1892)

Winter Landscape

winter-landscape

Almost an Off-White,
or a very subtle Gray,
revealed only when the mist vanishes
at the beginning of the day,

and the Silver of naked hills
kissed by pale winter lights,
and this rare shade of Blue
above the frozen fields,

and the forgotten Green of trees
still aware despite appearances.
– Colors of the Soul slowly emerging
from the bright darkness of the Night.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Winter landscape. Rime
Aleksey Savrasov (1870)

Evening Sky

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)