As we are told
Walk the ancient halls of our enchanting dreams
Thoughts in gold
Weavers of light threading sun & moonbeam
Ancients of old
Fibrous thoughts of crimson held in crystal cloud
Continual as foretold
Embroideries stranded in truth are woven aloud
Thomas Foreman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weavers-3/
