drifter’s moon

Let’s hit the road,
no need to pack
We’ll take your car—
four bald tires will get us there
no thoughts to turning back.

Where highway meets horizon,
the drifter’s moon hangs high.
Our gypsy hearts and wandering souls
will chase the open sky.

The rearview mirrors fade to black,
city lights erased.
We’ll sleep beneath the cedars,
you’ll wake
in my embrace.

We’ll climb the rocky cliffs,
bathe in woodland streams,
and find that hidden mountain pool
that lingers
in our dreams.

No plans lie before us,
no thoughts to where we’ll stay.
With open hearts and boundless minds,
we will find our way.