Missed miss

Miss, you yes I miss you. I want to ride the clouds, Speak to every winged being about where you've been. They say my head's in the clouds. I daydream in my sleep at night. Insomnia has been my companion. My thirst of you makes my eyes spring. Trees don't dance absent wind, My ears stung absent your song. My pregnant pen ceases to flow, Yet to deliver these words to you.