We balance on the edge of the moon. Hanging on to the groove. clinging to the crescent, hoovering above in a static space. Fingertips of thread, slip and fall, plummet into the solar system. We leave our fear with the stars, face the sun, blinded by love. We dance in the sky, sing in the light of the moon, bask in the dawn. Tomorrow is anew. We found love on the crescent of the moon.