Dream

In all these years,
I dreamed of you just once.
 It was a dark night.
There were no streetlights.
We were in a car.
We were on a road.
A smokescreen road.
We were out of the city.
Driving up a winding road.

The pale yellow headlights
lighting up
the gravel on the road.
The only source of light.
You were driving;
One hand on the steering wheel,
The other carelessly thrown
over my shoulder.
Not a soul around.
High above us,
near the hilltop
the glowing floating lamps
of myriads of firelies.
We didn't know where we were going.
But, we were happy.