lookout mountain

I saw us in a dream,
Laying on the floor
Of an old barn.

Yellow hay
Under our backs,
Yellow stars
Over our heads.

The night
Was silent and sure,
I remember.

And though I never saw
Your face,
I remember feeling in it
Some delicate peace.

While the lights
Flickered low and lifeless
In my soul

I dreamed some ardent future
Still unknown.