A strange poem

It is a strange poem............

By the light of the moon,
I walked.
By the light of the moon,
I searched for
A poem.
And I found what
I was looking for.
I was inspired by the beautiful moon.
Here is the poem:

I wait by the light of the moon.
I do not know for what or whom I wait.
But I wait on the top of a dune.
And while I wait, I eat bonbons.
The wind murmurs in my ear,
"He is coming with a fish."
And it's true, for, truly,
He carries a grilled
Salmon. "My favorite!" I cry.
"You are handsome, you are intelligent, a moment.
I need to look at the speech
I prepared." "A moment," he tells me.
"Tell me, what day
Is it to-day?"