To My Hallucination

"Utopia always looks so beautiful
in the rearview mirror, " you whisper
in such a soft voice,
i don't think you're speaking to me.

I keep driving,
until the very last purple ray of sunlight
stands verticle on the edge of Utah

then i stop
for a the barest sliver of a snowflake,
"God..."

You smile, and the sun is gone.

We count the stars as they
hail upon us, and farewell today,
"It's best when the crescent moon
catches one for a long slow embrace
then we can watch midnight born."

I cock my left eyebrow,
"I've never seen that."

After the tent is up,
we sit up until the fire
burns down to a very low red glow,
watching the milkyway parade
across this bare red rocky desert
layed out now in shades of gray.

"Tomorrow is coming, "
you mumble, then stumble
fumble with the zippers
then fade into a snore.

"I love you too, "
I say.