I dream of K

In the morning hours and

Sometimes in the evening moments before and after sleep.

I can’t help but to dream and want

To see and

To be with

K.

Though K is really not a dream to me but who is

A muse

To my wondering thinking.

She is encased in

My most pleasent richest memories.

She smiles at me

I can’t help but feel myself smile right back.

Hmmmmmm. K