In the moon's mellow embrace, a spider treks
on silk threads woven from night's lullaby,
whispering stars listen to her stately dance,
each move a verse in the sky's eternal scripture.
The octopus breathes in silent currents,
among sandstone cathedrals swaying silently,
arms unfurl in ink-clouded elegance,
their somnolent stretch a verse of the deep's hymn.
Touch is the secret they keep unbroken,
their forms map gentle corridors of wonder.
In twilight's glow, choreographies speak softly
their languages, unseen folds against vast cosmos.