Super Moon
Blue Moon
Super moon last night saw it from my terrace
18% brighter and 20% nearer a meteorologist
On TV said…how dry can one get?
Huge, yellow and beautiful, so close I could
touch it with a broom handle but I felt its pull
for a moment levitated and dared dream big.
Beauty should be shared till it becomes
a memory pooled by lovers, but you were not
there to see this wonder.
This was not a night for sleeping it was one for
nearness with the one you love and restless
I walked on sandy lane thinking of your absence.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2013
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