Ray beckons to shadow,
In the endless waltz of weave,
Threads of silver, songs of lanterns,
A whisper vast upon the eaves.

Patterns pulse
Through the veins of night,
Building bridges,
Beneath the starlight's glow.

Behold the luminous fabric
We tirelessly sew,
With needle sharp
And heart aglow.

What rhythm beats
Among fathers of thunder
Whose gears turn
In the cradle of wonder?