Love letter

A piece of the sky
fell into me

I wrote a letter on it:

I follow you on the moon

my eye grew a telescope

watched you sliding     round and round
you never fell down

If a tree grew
from your mouth
                            I would string my self on a rope
and swing from it

I am always ready
to be the first rain drop caught   on your mouth

the season blooming first in you
through me

This is how the sky
lives in me

through things that fall
reach out and travel

round and round

                          through it.


This is how love gets written in.