Hold on Moon,
he pleaded to me
with distracted eyes
and distant lips
So I held on
but as they say,
not too tightly
As a rose held
in grasping, clutching hands
crumbles to worthless shreds
of what it used to be
So as I don this pearl necklace
made by the seas of your patience
I remember where I came from
and where I shall return
Who I belong to,
and to whom I shall travel
under skies and over mountains
for.