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Dusk falls as I lay in your arms, I return to life for your glimpse of warmth upon my form, I listen to your lush voice coming as the waterfall of sound from your lips to my ears, I could not have telled when you arrived from the dark as the cologne of a long lost friend with the scent of celestial tenderness, I invite you to never let me go, for I still carry you as the halycon of my heart.
Whatever I think, I say it and mean it.
I wear my heart on the seams of my sleeve.
The coming wind holds my poems and their meanings,
Like smoke, I let it pass over me.

I follow every laughter, every melancholy feeling.
I tread every road that I ever see.
To be alive is to bear the searing
Fiery breath of what caused us to be.

I, that hold the cold of summer leaving,
Can only sense that I hold my poetry—
That which I hope has sailed with the weary,
That which I dread always follows me.
Whispers of fire and smoke trail behind the steps we cannot see—carrying burdens and blessings alike. This is the breath that births and haunts.
What good is light for the stars,
when the stars are blind, my love?
If stars were to trade their fire and bright
to see for just one day and one night,

would there still be light, my love?

Still, how can stars ever see,
if others don’t sacrifice their sight?

Then—
can you count how many would be
willing to do it for others,
and be the ones we truly love?
In the silence of blinded stars, love asks who would dare to lose their light for another’s sight.
I am a king of the lands
on the palm of your hands.

Lands not made of dust and stones,
for these lands are flesh and bones.

It’s not made of dirt and sand—
it’s much shinier than gold.

In these lands, I am the richest king,
for I feel your warmth and kiss your skin.

I am immortal in this land,
so don’t let go of my hand,

for your bones are my home,
and your flesh and your skin
are where my kingdom lies—
and where my love never dims.
Where kingdoms rise and fall in dust, here love endures, unyielding and eternal.
Sleep, sweet Leviathan inside my heart,
Until the day and sun drift apart,
Until cold abandons winter,
Until fire abandons cinder.

Wake not when you hear their screams—
Though it gleams, though it gleams.

Wake not to sound nor to light,
Nor to my long, everlasting fight.
Shield your eyes and cover your ears,
Stay in the deep, stay in the deep.

And on the day that all will be fulfilled,
And you decide to spread your wings,
My heart may flutter, my soul may sink
From the thought of the horror you may bring.

Still, for now don’t wonder or try to ask—
Sleep on this lavender heart and bask,
With dreams you shall only dream alone,
With dreams that only to you are known.

For I’ll keep you still for howevermore,
Until every grain of sand leaves its shore,
Until they burn every piece of coal,
And every man sets free his soul,
And every paper soaked in poetry
Has been forgotten and lost.

For now, sweet Leviathan,
Sleep inside this heart—
Lest all the world fall apart.
This poem is a tender plea to the sleeping forces within us all—forces both magnificent and terrifying—that we hope to keep at bay, at least for now.
Her heart remains
In Winter's ice
Some embers dance—
only to prance
toward Spring's entice

Unknowable are her
heart's desires,
and so she must wait
for Spring's cool fires
to melt away the crystalline
and reveal the love
she yearns to sing

And so, she waits for Spring
Yuzuko 2d
My eyes point above
the sky is filled with love
the star blaze so bright
My gaze held to the sight

Looking at the covered sky
watching stars as they fly
swirling mix of purple and blue
creates a fantastic veiw

Wonder roams in the air
and a halt to the warfare
the heart began to expand
as I reach for this dreamland

Starlight lights the trail
to this fairy tale
This distanced land of art
that's drawn close to my heart.

soon the pastel stained sky went away
clouds turned pink as night becomes day
but I'll never forget the night of stars
looking out at the oceans sand bar
I love ethe night sky and all the stars!!!
We die a little bit
Each day and each night
As we live every minute
Gleeful or glum under the light.

We die in our sleep
And rise again if we’re lucky
And blessed. This is deep
Few people are truly canny or savvy.

Believe not in all the glitters
When it’s time to go or to depart
Gravity behaves like deadly creatures.

We die every day and every night
A little mum or sharp under the weight
As darkness exists deep in the heart.

Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Salem 2d
A small fickle flame, embedded deep in my chest. once a roaring fire now put to rest. by the hands of another. my heart, it now beats, a small brass drumbeat always ready to flee. deafening, dampened, quiet.

a sparrow once flying up high in the sky has now been shot down, it's weakened, it died. but the spirit lives on by the sound in the street and all of the people who danced to the beat.

the sparrow lives on, it breathes, it breathes.
Zywa 3d
I want to study,

want to describe precisely --


the maths of the heart.
Autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Herbert' - May 28th, 1976, Bologna (about her choice of studies in 1948 in Amsterdam)

Collection "Trench Walking"
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