The Moon Is Coming With Us

Kathy Sparling
Kathy Sparling


Get your bags, the sun has set, the moon is on the rise
We’re traveling by night this time, we can’t yet close our eyes
Space is small but, after all, there’s only you and I
And framed within your window, in the vast familiar sky, you’ll see:

The moon is coming with us, her orbit locked with ours
Our wheels turn with the planets, high beams shine with the stars
As tides recede before us, we’re bathed in silver light
The moon is coming with us, out on the road tonight.

Better still, forget the bags, we’ll leave it all behind
We’ve lived through every phase by now, and I won’t change my mind
This hasn’t been the kind of place that asks “remember when?”
Those towns and cities speeding past, we’ll never see again

But the moon is coming with us...

It’s lunacy to run like this, or maybe it’s a dream
We’ll wake to streaming sunlight, one another set agleam
In such illumination we’ll see every gift bestowed
There really is no dark side, just the cycle, just the road

And the moon that’s coming with us... we’re not alone tonight.