Seas

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.