Footwear discarded, cool timber's touch The scent of night-blooming flowers, meaning so much No peering eyes, just the cricket's tune So I sway gently, under a full moon A paper lantern, a warm, distant gleam My inner pulse, a tranquil stream No constructed image, no facade to maintain Just pure feeling, like the soft summer rain A low thrum vibrates, though the wind is still In these quiet moments, a gentle thrill Leaning back against the sun-warmed wall This might be the best time of all Push the feeling, let inhibition melt Tonight, under the stars, my true self is felt No external pressure, no need to appease This spontaneous motion brings a profound ease A soft gleam, a firefly's subtle show This personal current, a soft, steady flow The screen door latched, but my spirit takes flight My whole being bathed in warm summer night Phone is silenced— the long day's slow fade In loose-fitting clothes, a personal serenade A cold drink raised to the moon's quiet grace Another perfect evening, in this private place Shedding the weight of the sun's long heat Turning old worries into a gentle beat Others' defined "truths" just don't belong here Now I know: my own path is perfectly clear The cool glass surface, a comforting feel This small corner of the world, wonderfully real Not the daytime glare, but shadows that play Still, a knowing smile lights up my way Increase the sway, let my true self expand My inner rhythm, guiding my hand Only the vibration that quickens my core That's the truth I trust and adore A hushed brilliance, a tender display On this familiar rug, I simply give way In the hidden embrace of the night, I let my soul simply take flight.
