Man on the moon--by me

Man on the Moon.

I looked at the man on the moon
Wondering what I was really going to do.

I sat there, he said, nothing.
The man on the moon reached down for me.

I took hold of his hand
The ground I was on was unknown,
But then it felt known.

He smiled and whispered
sweet melodies in my ear.

Later, just before the sun rose
He sent me back to earth.

Only He sent me back without a trace
Of reality…leading me to believe it was a dream.

Perhaps it was a dream.
Perhaps it was reality.

Maybe just maybe it was my dreams.