I don’t write poems I write you

I don’t write poems
I write you... only you.

you became a name
and play on my lips,
you are the moon rising
and the sun setting,

you are the sky
in which I have set
many birds to fly,

you are the earth
in which I have planted
innumerable wandering trees,

you are the space
between the earth and the sky,
I write this space
I don’t write poems,
I don’t write poems
I write you... only you.