There is no word for
the depth of darkness.
No word for
the light of stars.
No word for
the Spring.
No word for
the miracle of being.
No word for
the boundlessness of Love
and no word for
the power of

the Word.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

How much do words weigh?
Will Summer find its way?
Could paper birds teach me
the art of asking the right questions?

Someone left the window open
and the Door ajar.
The stars shine over the hawthorn hedge.
The Night brings a wealth of knowledge.

I let the paper birds fly away.
Happiness takes patience.
When they come home,
they will bring me answers.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Slow lights
on the bare mountains,
scattered white villages
unknown roads,

invisible bridges,
floating clouds,
time suspended,
wild dreams in the wind.

The Infinite does not reveal
all its secrets at once
but if you understand
the language of stars

and finally dare
to let your heart talk
you’ll certainly find
the most important one.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Terre Promise © 2018– F.G.M.

the sky is art paper
a soul is a hand
and words are drawings

God is a watercolorist
you are a Night rainbow
I am a paintbrush mark

Poetry can define
everything
and everyone

but nothing
or no one will ever
define Poetry

© Frédéric Georges Martin

animated calligraphy writing gif

the clear beauty of the sky after the rain
and all these blue-purple things
you cannot really explain

dreams from the heart
wishes of the soul
memories of tomorrow

everything comes true
as soon as it’s
written

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration found here