The Blue Sky

                                                   The blue sky is not heaven

It's not the same thing at all

Dear friends.

We often speak of the firmament of yesteryear

By day, the sky is dazzling like an etiolated flower

Dear friends.

Defying gravity is to soar into the heavens

Where at night, stars and asteroids are numerous

It's the dream, it's imaginary impulses

Where we are stunned, amazed and silent.

We are fascinated by extraordinary tricks

The sky isn't really blue, it's an illusion

Man has a way of making inventions

To satisfy his tellurian and planetary curiosities.

P.S. Translation of” Le Ciel Bleu” by Hébert Logerie.

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.