Moonwalks

My heart is a moonscape. Cratered all over Your love is a lunar rover. On a geological hunt for what? Who knows? Sure as hell I don't care. 'Or do I...? ' Your hand in mine becomes like a Command module; you said I had Some malfunctioning thoughts To jettison away, that you, You wanted us to go on moonwalks. Saying 'I DO'S' More fool me or you. Seeing the triviality of the sky Multiplied ten thousand times. Gazing into the umpteen galaxies In each other's eyes. I guess my real name- It must be Neil Armstrong. The most challenging missions aren't to the moon. They're just arms and legs floundering on earth, waterborne.