Dance on the Moon

Then I waltzed with the man on the moon.
We danced through the stars happy alone.
I heard his soft, sweet voice begin to croon
His skin, his hands, his eyes the color of stone
The stars to shine bright, our feet to not stop
Never to be released from his bright gaze
We danced round the moon bottom to top
No eye could penetrate that soft sweet haze.
And I loved him with a deep secret love
And he many time said that he did love me.
He seemed to be a gift sent from above
Meant to be together, was plain to see.
But then I awoke, in my bed alone
My lover had gone leaving me to roam.

This is one of the few things I have written so far in Creative Writing that I have actually liked. It makes no sense and I am very well aware of that. It's why I like it. The poem is about a dream. Dreams usually dont make sense. If you have any criticism please somment because I would love to put this in with my poetry project. Just don't say "It doesn't make sense". I know it doesn't.