Blue Sky Poem by Hebert Logerie

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 ascend 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 assuage 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.