Mines and Miners

We drove down the highway painted in
gold lines from a surrealistic dream
I remembered.  
Your face didn't understand what the color meant, 
and I smiled because I knew
there would be no mistaking the gold
after tomorrow--
gold shines when it knows something.

It lights up the night and disperses
the clouds between the moon
and a wish.
I wished that you were more than worth 
this trip,
my promise that when I woke up
there would be no more
children without watermelon 
memories on a sun-baked porch.

Gold shines when it knows something.