What do I create...?

What do I create if you are my thought?
What do I bring forth? You are all that I have…
All my songs are but melodies of your memories…
How do I choose a new path when all roads lead to you?
You stand there…at the end of all journeys…
I move forward to be there…every day…
You are the first fleeting thought of every new dawn…
You are the companion of my tired dreams…
You are the arched horizon I try reaching to…
You are the hand I wish to hold on…
Are you there? There…for me?
Can I ask? Can I doubt?
Can I live and not be yours?
Can you live on without me? Beyond me?
And then I see it! Why do I?
The world knows…how can we not?
You are the Sky…too proud to stoop…
I am the Earth…destined not to stand.