Swing Me To the Moon

I did a double take drying blurry eyes gazing upon the blue moon There appeared to be a man on a ladder beneath her swinging and dancing to a tune Was he lowering a tire swing, could it be? The moon glowed with a warm welcoming wink and a smile that beckoned me Swinging and singing on that tire swing I didn't notice I was ascending higher in the air Surpassing cloud number nine left no room for a solitary worry or care Sweet embrace indeed it was to be scooped upon the moon within his arms The man on the moon turned out to be a man of many charms In orbit around the moon through constellations we danced Upon arrival of sweet milky way sensations were all enhanced Final scene his lips carressed my forehead on center stage of starry night sky Pulled me in close before gently lowering me to earth whispering "dream now, don't cry" As curtains are drawn closed a visit from the sandman can't come too soon I eagerly await my next magical encounter with the man on the moon