I sleep under the open sky.
The night mountain air come take
I wish to drift through the trees
The pines and the rocks;
Dance over cliffs and through valleys
By the light of the moon.
Invisible and silent.
I will caress the wings of the owl as she hunts;
I am the cool air the wolf inhales deep,
That which brings the longing and power
To her howl.
I beg the wind
Come drench my soul
And take me home.