The evening breeze oscillates
between sadness and wisdom.
White ships move slowly.
The Moon shines brightly.
No matter if we built
a castle in the sky.
We had to learn
about dreams and Time.
When you look at the starry sky,
every moment lasts forever.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
I will tell the stars
how beautiful they are
in the Night Sky.
I will thank the Moon
for making children’s dreams
definitely possible.
In a world of misery
I will try to speak
the language of poetry,
and if I can’t keep my
new year’s resolutions
I will take a nap
under the Living Tree
then I will smile gently
to the Summer clouds.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
illustration: The Future of Statues
(René Magritte, 1937)
When the August sky is deep
and clear
Joshua Trees stay awake all Night.
They stand up straight and silent
like serene and wise
Desert stargazers,
and if you can hear their heart beating
they will teach you how to see
with your eyes closed
the Perseid meteor shower.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
I dreamed I woke up
and you were by my side.
I found you,
you simply said.
What a sweet
and beautiful dream!
What a clear
and wonderful Night!
The shutters were closed,
the rain had stopped,
everything was so quiet.
The curtains moved gently.
You left, I supposed,
then the garden shone
so strangely
under the Silver Stars.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
image source: giphy.com
we are not
fireflies
dreaming they are
stars
we are
stars
believing they only are
fireflies
~
nous ne sommes pas
des lucioles
rêvant d’être
des étoiles
nous sommes
des étoiles
qui croient n’être que
des lucioles
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
Illustration : The Starry Night, Vincent Van Gogh (1889)
