The Super Moon shined prominently,
Antique white with a hint of peach.
So large in the sky,
It looked close enough to reach.
And though I knew,
It was too far away to touch.
I extended my arm,
And pretented I could clutch…
And hold it in the palm of my hand,
I’d blow away the lunar dust.
And then throw it through the atmosphere,
With the easiest of thrusts.
I’d return it to the starry skies,
For another imagination to hold.
Back where it belongs,
Dominating the night, so bold.