I move like smoke
through the trees,
soft and slow,
a midnight breeze.
The moon don’t speak,
but she sees—
everything
inside of me.
Sing me low…
real slow.
Where the stars don’t ask,
and the wind just knows.
I bloom like fire…
beneath the moon.
I bloom like fire…
beneath the moon.
Barefoot steps,
a silver stream.
Banjo hum,
half a dream.
Don’t need much,
just space to roam—
my body’s wild,
my soul’s gone home.