Premonition

I remember a night

when the moon made me

forget about the sun

and cast the world around me

in variegated tones of blue

and, hearing the music of crickets,

I put down my guitar

as I imagined myself

dancing with you in a field,

your body more perfect

than a galaxy

as you twirled on the grass.

I think I conjured you 

for I sensed you were there

and knew you existed

though I would not meet you

or know your name

for more than thirty years

from that night. - Jeff Barnes