GlibBoastFull Moon

The moon rose to fullness
In all its splendor last night,
But I ignored it again.
Its just the same, that’s right.

Big moon, Bright moon,
Full moon, Gibbous moon,
Its blaze of glory ignored,
Because it’ll repeat, all too soon.

It wasn’t until morning,
When the moon went to bed,
That I paid more attention
To the moon’s shrouded head.

The moon then danced its last,
Entangled by veils of mists,
Peeping seductively through
Light streaming past its shifts.

Its not what’s boldly shown
That gains my attention,
But rather what is hidden
That becomes tantalizing.

By cindy
10/20/2021