The man on the moon told me I will love again

The poem is about overcoming heartbreak and finding hope for future love, inspired by an encounter with a mystical figure, the man on the moon. The narrator meets this man while traversing a dreamlike, celestial path and is told that despite the pain of a past love, they will experience love again. The man on the moon reassures the narrator that love is not just an earthly experience but a cosmic and boundless one, interwoven with the universe's stardust and planetary movements.

He speaks of love's resilience, its ability to transcend time and space, and how it is destined to return. The man's lunar wisdom instils a renewed sense of joy and possibility in the narrator, suggesting that the heart's true desires are aligned with the stars and the cosmos itself. The poem concludes with the narrator feeling healed and hopeful, ready to embrace love once more, guided by the moon man’s promise that in the vastness of the heart's cosmos, the gravitational pull of love remains a certainty.

On a path of silver dreams, I met a man who lived on the moon,
His home beyond the earthly bounds, his voice a gentle croon.
He promised me a love, like the waxing of the moon.
“Fear not the heart's eclipse,” he said, “ your love is coming soon”
As curtains, tides pulled to Luna's distant shore,
In love's sweet orbit, you'll find a passion to explore,
You shall love once more, my friend,
You shall love once more.”

He told of cratered secrets, where star-crossed lovers dance,
Weaving lunar waltzes, giving souls a second chance.
“In her eyes you’ll find a nebula that puts you in a trance,”
He whispered in a silky voice with an illuminating glance.

“Love's not just earthly tether,” he added, with a smile,
“It's cosmic, boundless, ageless, transcending mortal miles.
It's in the stardust fragments and the way the planets file,
Wonderful, ethereal, magical, worthwhile.”

So, spellbound by his lunar tale, I dared to dream of then,
A love not lost, but wandering, just beyond the ken.
The moon man promised joy and mirth, past the where and when,
And in his quiet telling, the truth that love can live again.

“The story of your hearts,” he said, “is written in the stars,
Penned by the hand of destiny, in Venus and in Mars.
So look beyond the here and now, imagining afar,
Love shall thrill you once again, beneath the moon's white scars.”

The man who lived upon the moon, with wisdom clear and pure,
Left me with a hope that time shall not obscure.
For in the cosmos of the heart, love's gravity is sure,
And with his pearly promise, my heart opened up once more.