a
special kind of danger
the
moon is new
&
there
is a sliver of hope
dangling
over us
tonight
it’s
a special kind of danger
hope
&
it’s
a special kind of dagger
hope
when
its sliver hangs
by
a copper thread
over
our heads
tonight
the
moon is a slim sickle
&
there
is still a sliver of hope
dangling over us |