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 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. Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.