Once in a blue moon
There is a full bodied yellow moon
Rising into the sky like a lark
A solitary firefly, a tiny spark
Only when the night ascends
And the dark upon us descends
Do we see the moon is not alone
A million companions
A big fat wedding
A joint family
A rave
An empty but fully packed space
My favourites are green tailed comets
And the moons of other moons
Primordial clouds shaped like dreams
Concealing collapsing galaxies
Or dying stars and their screams
You and I are none of the above
For it is once in a blue moon
That space enthusiasts discover
Two black holes circling each other
Defying all known laws of physics
Dancing the first waltz of mystery
Like death we can only witness
We can only marvel and see
Two sifars when they meet
Collide together like bubbles
And for a brief moment
They become an eight — 8
Just for a second an infinity — ♾️
Everything rare is also abundant
For it holds within it a unique taste
Fourteen years from now
There will be another blue moon
And then another and another
The true miracle is the black hole
and not the blue moon
And we’re two whirling black holes;
two wonders
Forever and ever trying to embrace
Tied to each other with gravitational grace
A dear friend tells me
That the poets spoke of gravity
Before the scientists did
He may be right
For the lovers spoke of union
Before the holy men did.
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