The oyster, the mussel, and pearl <br />belong to the Moon, it is said, <br />and when she is gone, like a girl <br />who is lost, you can hear them cry, <br />oh, longingly from where they lie <br />in the sand of the soft sea bed.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calling-the-moon/
