Kalina is the middle name of one of my former students. No, I do not mess around with students of mine, but Kalina was a senior, who reminded me very much of a lover from 30 years ago. I have this habit of memorizing not only all of my students' names, but also their middle names. When I came across the musical sound of Kalina, I knew that I would write a song. The fact that it belonged to such a memory-inspiring young lady helped.

Where do you want to go?

Kalina Sunday morning, across my bed she lies
she loves without warning, her kisses they surprisingly
lift me from slumber and suddenly I rise
Kalina, Sunday morning, you were mine

I never really held you, you were only in my mind
but Sunday morning reveries they have a way of finding
the line between reality and the way a young man feels
Kalina, Sunday morning you were real.

(Refrain)
I’ve never seen your smile before but I can’t forget your face
I’ve never felt your skin on mine, but I’m sure we have embraced
I’ve loved you for a million years, imagination, yet
the scent of Kalina still lingers in my bed

Lying here with thoughts of you, old memories reborn
Silhouettes of might-have-beens against the quiet morning
I close my eyes and whisper, your name into the dawn
Kalina, Sunday morning…and you’re gone