11 December 2012
There's a sliver of the moon Hanging in the dark A mile wide night sky papercut Bleeds black and leaves a mark
We call it a crescent It's a hammock for a star When it's feeling weary Of whizzing, shooting near and far
I wonder what would happen If I reached high and cut its strings Would it leave the Milky Way Gently borne on angel wings
It bears a similarity To the Cheshire Cat's sly smile Sanity depends on the moon, my friends And I've been staring for a while...
A Sliver Of Silver • Opuss № I