Missing Rachelle

Remember we sleep under the same moon.
When old Sol sets fire to the clouds 
and paints a glorious view.
I am thinking of you.
Every bird winging south 
or looking for a dinner mouse
Lefts my heart on wings to you.
I miss you.
And all you do.

Think of me as go to sleep
And do not cry out in your dreams
Though far away
I am dancing in your arms
Whirling with you to this beat
Out of step 
But in tune
And soon we shall feel the heat
Of our embrace
And I'll kiss the smile 
That is on your face.