Astral Projection

Is your heart full of me in the morning glare?
Does time dance across your eyes while you sleep and do those necessary steps to dreaming include my body? I'm strangely at peace, and at home in your world. You have my moon landing and my fluttering flag, you have my armstrong bicep.
What is the past? Nothing- but a vague reminder of lessons learnt, tiny yellowed papyrus. When I feel the future, its on your fingerprint as you type, and its a huge new galaxy.
It is a childlike smile that I wear though its not a mask.
Am I beating out signals, sounding my trumpet, reading the scrolls of your existence? Where did you come from, are you sure that you weren't made for me. My longing is my new drug and my new high is your hands.
what is it?