Dance On Top of A Hill

I look out from my tiny spot on the hills
Discretely I produce
a pen from my pocket,
A different approach to the treatment of pills.

Keen sense of sight bring out a smile
A tiny white figure
Likely to dance
Sprinting the distance of a singular mile.

I jot down a paragraph of six hundred words
Endlessly yearning
For kisses and hugs
Ending in our laughter resembling the birds.

Keep me in your mind although we're apart
Separated by oceans
You still reside here
Deep in the vaults of my confused little heart.