月夜归途

boots sinking into violet moss
something humming where the old creek bends
fingers brushing bark that almost breathes
and my heartbeat sounds like it belongs here
can you feel it
the way the dark just cracks wide open
I was never meant for ordinary skies
not with silver dust still clinging to my spine
every shadow here remembers my name
and nothing here ever asks me to explain
I am drunk on moonbeams spilling through the pines
moths conducting symphonies I recognize
if this is dreaming let me never wake
I am finally where the strange things feel like home
stepping over roots that rearrange themselves
the fog rolls in tasting faintly of jasmine
something wild and ancient grabs my wrist
and for once I dont pull away
can you feel it
the way the dark just laughs so gentle
I was never meant for ordinary skies
not with silver dust still clinging to my spine
every shadow here remembers my name
and nothing here ever asks me to explain
I am drunk on moonbeams spilling through the pines
moths conducting symphonies I recognize
if this is dreaming let me never wake
I am finally where the strange things feel like home
used to shrink myself to fit the daylight
fold my hunger into something polite
but the moon dont flinch when I show my teeth
I was never meant for ordinary skies
not with silver dust still clinging to my spine
every shadow here remembers my name
and nothing here ever asks me to explain
I am drunk on moonbeams spilling through the pines
moths conducting symphonies I recognize
if this is dreaming let me never wake
I am finally where the strange things feel like homesilver dust still clinging
the moths already singing
feels like home