YOU

I think of you
in the glory of another morning
that only a soft, silken blanket
could fashion so cozily on the cheek
of a May Chicago day...
and when i dissolve myself
into the routine of earning
another day's daily bread
amidst the weariness
I think of you
and when the evening reposes
on the shoulders of a crimson sun
with birds circling in chirps
around silhouettes of trees
I keen my eyes towards the horizon
thinking thoughts of you
and late in the night
when only two stars peek through
the curtain of fluffy clouds
I smile to myself pretending as if
you are there watching over me
in the intimacy of my own privacy
I let myself fall asleep on your lap
and the fantasy of your reality
makes my dream seem even truer