A Sliver of Moon

A sliver of moon is enough for me As it hangs there in the sky, Like a smile of the Cheshire cat we’d see If, like Alice, we’d wandered on by. A sufficient hint that we’re not alone In the vastness out in space, A reminder that all of those songs we’ve known About moonbeams we’re right to embrace. Though it waxes and wanes and then disappears, I can guarantee it will deliver To my mem’ry the best of its souvenirs – Not its fullness, but merely a sliver.