Moon and the Ground...

I look beyond the streetlight passing me by,
Into the blue depths to the Moon in the sky.
While I'm locked on the surface with the ground beneath
With the soil underground I am lost in the heath.

My eyes on the surface but my body underground,
My ears packed with soil so I can't hear a sound.
The soil in my mouth so I can't say a word
Yet my speech to the Moon can never be slurred.

Where is the ground and what is the Moon?
Rather Who is this for, with my words out of tune?
From the ground to the Moon, the depth in a stir,
So far from the Moonlight, I am closer to her.