Brilliant, blinding, spellbinding
As up in the night sky it arose
Not a quarter, not a half, and not just a full
But a super moon, my goodness how bright it glowed!
We were deep in repose
But there are still those who know
How the moon became a true beacon of light
As it turned in its orb through the dark hours of night
It is gone I fear for another 18 years
I won't be living here when next it appears
Seeing it setting this morning gave my spirits a lift
Such beauty, such wonder, what a heavenly gift!
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