Super Moon Of 1/31/2018 Poem by Bree Z Love

Literally! Impossible to miss!
Even with blind eyes.
The golden-copper ultra rise!
Deepening orange shine.
In and out of one's aura, vibes.
The ambience; now more dormant lies.
She came to awaken and provided.
Answers to a welcoming mind.
My Lady Wise.
Knowing an amazing, awakening and she is rising.
Still, in the moment with no disguise.
We rise.

Glowing mystic truths.
White hawks called, in early two proofs.
Announcing the seemingly possibilities of truths.
A call into action, seen it clearly.
Powerfully.
The clarity.
Such a rarity.
Splendor of the Super Moon, your beauty.
Touched beyond my eyes, I can't deny.
The prophetic sees more phases then cries.
Like the White Hawks for the illumination is at its full rise!