A Face Or A Mirage Poem by Hebert Logerie

Awakened about midnight,
I went to the gallery,
I saw a silhouette, a face
Embroidered with a beautiful smile,
In the sky, among the clouds.
I realized that it was a mirage;
It was an illusion of the night
Of a seasonal spring in images.

Mignonne, you live in my mind.
You sleep deep in the core of my heart,
And I live for you. You are my life,
My dreams, my hope, and happiness.
In my solitude, I hear the sound,
The inaudible tone of thy silent breath;
I feel the fragrance of thy body,
The heat and the endless kisses.

It was an illusion of the night
Of a seasonal spring in images.
It was not thy pretty face,
In the sky among the clouds.
Without hesitation, it was a mirage,
It was a shadow on the gallery,
and It was the echo of thy incredible breath.

Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.