Thomas Foreman


The Weavers - Poem by Thomas Foreman

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


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 19, 2004

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 7, 2011


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