The storm was a forewarning
a red sun in the morning
on the far east horizon
The night was so beautiful
inside we hid on a top bunk
entangled in each other
somehow like fish in a net
Lightning lit your dorm
like so many cameras outside
and we laid so contently
I missed the storm in you
For a short moment a lull
left silence and I tried
to talk about the future
I guess looking back I knew
In my mind it took form
a softly lit piece of junk
indecribable and dusty
not quite what I had wished for it.