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

~

Terre Promise © 2018– F.G.M.

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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

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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

~

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I’d like to plant a Dream tree
in the garden of lost words,
I know it can reach the sky
then bloom like a lotus.

I will climb up the tree
before jumping into a cloud
and if you throw me a rope
and hold out your hand to me

we’ll spend the Night
gazing at giant stars,
we’ll dance in the blue shade
as Dancers of Light do.

© Frédéric Georges Martin