silent-call

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.

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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

Does the sparrow see
the ghost of the cat
that’s looking out
the little round window?

Follow me
a silver-lined cloud had said
to the heavy-hearted boy,
I’ll show you a double Rainbow.

But unwinged birds
like Sorrow and Woe
cannot fly away
and “nevermore” is

the saddest word I know.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

In a golden garden
playful children
snap their fingers at Winter.

Do they glimpse the Squirrel?
Can they hear the Raven?
Should they try to stop Time?

A black caterpillar
goes round in circles
and Summer ghosts wonder

if that strange latecomer
will have time enough
to turn into the Year’s

last butterfly.

© Frédéric Georges Martin