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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

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L’Heure de l’Infini  © 2017 – F.G.M.

A colored pencil in his hand
and freckles on his face,
and the Night sky as a notebook
for newly learned words,

I recognize him, could he recognize me?

At that time, every drop of rain
was a tear of God,
and every house in his drawings
had a window on the true World.

Now only the memories remain.

Between grief and grace
there is almost no difference.
Enfance,
blessed motherland,

why do we have to leave you?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Day by day the Weaver patiently
weaves the tapestry of Time
and Destiny, and Summer achieves
Spring and Winter dreams

and the Autumn sun shines
through the leaves of the vibrant Tree
and so does Love in full transparency
through our thin and quivering souls.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Le chêne illuminé © 2016 – F.G.M.

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Passers-by hurry in the rain
and build castles in Spain
and no one listens to the little shepherd
perched on the fountain of Truth.

Walk slow! He says loud and clear.
Walk slow! As if you were going
to leave the world tomorrow,
and follow the Path of Awe!

And dead leaves only know
why sometimes in the Fall
some lambs still lost in the mist
can hear an angel’s silent Call.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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La Fontaine au Berger © 2016 – F.G.M.

The Great Wheel

Wahoo!
We almost flew!
And the Wheel turns,
and the Heart learns.

It’s been real!
The ride does not last long,
I must admit
what stars knew all along.

Nothing lasts!
the low Tide said,
but for that moment
in the realm of the Sunset Bird,

I know waves will ever sing
the Song without any word
and the Great Wheel
will never stop spinning.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Grande roue sur la côte (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

Sometimes old photos reveal
the beauty of concealed treasures
for wistful lovers’ bitter pleasures.

I’ve seen the child you were,
your smile is still the same!
How is it that yesterday seems so real?

Tell me, how could we
make Time go slower?
Why should it all end in tears?

But neither Life nor Years
are really to blame,
true Love is a never-fading flame.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Je n’ai pas connu l’enfant que tu étais
mais sur une photo perdue dans un tiroir
j’ai vu que ton sourire était toujours le même.

Quelle chance avons nous de nous être trouvés
dans l’univers immense
dans la lumière du soir,

enfants éternels,
dont les âmes jumelles s’aiment,
s’aiment, bien par delà le Temps.

© Frédéric Georges Martin