A person dances alone in a forest at night, and the dance becomes a way of letting go. The speaker feels the cool air against their skin and keeps moving without hesitation. Nature seems to respond: the animals slow their breathing, and the moon appears to pause, as if everything is watching or listening. Of course, this is how the speaker experiences it, and the stillness may say as much about their state of mind as about the woods.
The feeling is one of openness and surrender. The speaker says their soul is "bared," and each movement carries a memory, each breath a small piece of themselves. By the end they are giving themselves "wholly" to the forest in the hope of finding solace, which suggests they are carrying something heavy, though the poem never says what. The mood is quiet, intimate and almost reverent, like a private ritual performed where no one else can see.