Alert and conscious eyes agape
Heartbeat steady wide awake
Staring blankly at the wall
Dreams escaping one and all.

Discomfort present all night long
Heat and lumps and rage
Anger that I cannot sleep
Within my waking cage.

My mind refuses rest
As sweat forms on my chest
I curse the early hours
In which my mood now sours.

Where are you fickle sheep
Whose absence makes me weep.

Wispy threads of sticky string,
Floating, shining, glistening,
Hung between, around, and under
When disturbed they’re torn asunder.

Arachnid dancers casting lines
Swinging softly from silver vines
Spinning patterns, weaving nets
Trapping, eating small insects.

Wrapping meals which to devour
Waiting patient by the hour
Stealthy death by poison sting
Awaits the prey of a spiders string.

Rivulets of milky stars
shimmer in the void
crackling blinding likenesses
on gurgling waters devoid

Rippling mirrors wrinkly smooth
tipped with liquid light
refreshed and ever moving
while natures subject remains in sight

The canvas of the fluid earth
absorbs the heavenly art
while babbling notes of calmness
in its naturally aesthetic part.