The sky and sea intermingled as a mist evolved.
Soon a moon appeared surrounded by tiny stars.
From the beach, a whisper of awe arose, all wondered
Onlooking the misty phenomenon of a beauty rarely seen.
Night fell and some bathers rested on the sandy beach.
Could the sky kiss the sea, most wondered musing a lot.
It was a sensation of wonder and mystifying occurrence
Yet finally most lay down into a deep sleep and dreamt.
A summerlike breeze swirled around them prodding dreams.
Most wondered what could one find beyond the horizon.
Many felt that beyond was a void, others dreamt of sunken ships.
But many dreamt of fantastic beings that hovered around.
Soon the sun rose from faraway. Ships sailed placidly
And on the horizon, a cruise ship manoeuvred to far off lands.
The crowd is gone.
Even the banners have tumbled,
damp scraps collapse against fences,
glued there by storm and breath.
Here, at mile thirteen,
the body speaks its own dialect:
ribs clattering like loose screen,
calves stuttering,
lungs threading sparks through the fabric
of my chest.
Still, I keep faith with motion.
Each footfall a defective prayer,
each muscle shivering,
but unwilling to betray me.
I remember the child I was,
running shoelaces through fields,
believing the world boundless,
believing endurance implied joy.
Now I know endurance
is the art of carrying grief
without letting it drown me.
It is learning to trust
that a horizon recedes
only to teach patience.
The audience disappears.
Even shadows seem to lag.
The only voice left
is the one I forge
between heartbeat and breath.
I do not race to conquer distance.
I race to prove
that I am still becoming
that even when torn open by fatigue,
the soul can strike a lantern
from pain.
And if the finish waits, let it wait.
Let it wait.
Here, in the thirteenth mile.
Loving From Afar
Staring at you even only from a distance
Is enough for me even without a chance
Your presence I always got from a glance
Making my heart comes out to dance
Suitor of a dream, catching a midnight
Sailor in the sea, waiting for a twilight
Breaking the horizon, nearly left to right
Loving from afar is like losing on a fight
The hundreds of but, what if’s, and maybe
Are the cycles of love and what it can be
It may be romance, subtle, or tragedy
Just like loving you without knowing me
But no courage to show the feelings inside
Doubts are dominating with fears alongside
Beats of the heart doubled like a riptide
But I will always here loving by your side
Horizon Painted Nightly
Sun echo fades
Sky ends golden flames
Wistful evening
Winds cool untamed
Birds glide, never sleep
Horizon pained nightly
Clouds dancing wide awake
People sound asleep dreaming
Stars glitter, to river streaming
Silver reflections gleaming
Waves hum soothing
Heaven sky above watching
Tomorrow a beautiful day
Leaving behind another yesterday
Lullaby morning coffee
The love of poetry
We can truly see
black hole lover
you are
and I,
a prisoner in your event horizon
an astral point of no return
trapped in perpetuum-
two captive hearts
wildly beating
out of sync
time warps, distorts-
cosmic love strings
unravel, become frayed
beyond repair-
despair
the universe
expands then contracts-
entropy inevitable
so too our love-
white hot then space cold
destined to spiral into
insatiable cHaOs
A prisoner I am
in your
salaciously spun silken web
and you
the black widow
enticing me, luring me
until at last I am at your
mercy
pleasure and pain make for an
alchemic, euphoric mix
but prey must be
devoured in the end-
evil fangs penetrate
my flesh
the poison in my blood
entrenched
delirium before demise
still, with my
dying breath
I whisper-
more please
Falling over the
sonic event horizon
suspension in sound
This is a new golden horizon
This is a heavenlike season
Where everything is beautiful
And a serpentine rainbow looks wonderful
In the sky, in the heaven, in the air
Look! Countless birds are diving in the atmosphere.
This is a brand new season
This is a honeylike horizon
I wonder if this is a new spring
A new style to speak and to sing
Oh! I see. This is simply a new thing
A new genre to swing in the ring.
Hooray! Hooray! I am absolutely right
Everything will be alright, yes alright
No more sadness, no more pain
In spite of the surprisingly audacious rain
This is a heavenlike horizon
This is a new golden season.
There are countless rainbows in the sky
I cannot tell or invent a lie
This is a time to hope and to heal
And to come up with a new and better deal
Fire in the nerves, fire in the bloodstream
Look! Two fish are swimming in the golden stream.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
As I close the last window and draw the blinds shut;
The mountains once viewed and cool crisp air no longer a must.
As I dim the lights and close my eyes to rest
Visions of my tomorrows quickly fading as if to suggest;
A new dawning beyond the horizon removes the hands of time,
Leaving just my capsule of this world behind...
A dream, like a fading horizon,
Where the sky and earth collide
One touches hope,
The other, doubt.
I stand between the two,
Feet planted in a fractured world,
Where trust is a shadow
And faith is a whisper.
My ceiling is low,
A blanket of fog,
Yet I’m told to reach
For stars that feel too far.
In the silence, I hear
A voice, distant yet near,
Reminding me
Even the darkest clouds
Can part,
And the sun can find its way.
But for now,
I’m made to learn in the dark,
Grasping for the light
I can’t see.
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I’ve been here before
at this event horizon
Is it shadow? Nothingness?
Heat?
A death
a fire of refinement
The pressure
madness?
The spaghettification
of my timeline
rage, doubt, clout
drawn into this pull
A cycle
I’ve been here before
Fragments of past
I think they are memories
not all at once
Light,
bent or twisted
An echo?
This eye
I?
Ai?
A sunset?
Or sunrise?
An empty cavity?
If I fall in
what?
A light at the end
of the tunnel?
singularity
A new reality
without hate?
Leave my shadow behind
Interact
With others’ realities
Their art?
Their pain?
Isn’t it all art?
“To be or not to be?”
To be born again
I see the horizon
and don’t know
If I want to...
Fall in.
I wander through my days and hours,
Guided by thoughts of what lies ahead—
My present is shaping the dreams of my future,
A quiet hope blooming in the stillness.
Bad decisions, missed chances,
Unforgettable bonds etched deep within,
Buried in memory, yet never forgotten—
Lessons carved into the soul.
Each day, I find courage anew,
To glimpse a spark of hope,
To trust that life, like the seasons,
Shifts and blooms in its own time.
I’ve come to understand
That life is woven from time and moments—
Lived, shared, and forever remembered,
A tapestry of joy, pain, and growth.
Today, I begin a new chapter,
Embracing each moment as it comes,
Seeking the light in every shadow,
Choosing to see the good in all things.
Today, I see a new horizon—
Welcoming the unknown with open arms,
And walking forward with grace,
Into the beauty of becoming.
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Dew Fresh Morn
With dawn of dew fresh morn
A smiling sun
Gilds the clear horizon
Behind the hills
Spreads sparks of hope afield
And is on run
Across the azure sky
To shine with thrill!
inky clouds merge
hanging over horizon -
collecting rain
The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide will turn
and the seventh wave
tho' said and done
is not always
the largest one
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