tongue_weaver Symphonic As all our voices I would entwine, as spires lifting out of Olympus's gates, Take each breath and weave a tapestry, to make envious those that have not tried. Braid our tongues with the colours of the night, brush it lightly with the feelings of the light, and cast it forth into our ocean symphony, balance each thread in each chest. 040912 ... mourninglight in the tongues of men and angels? in light and sound and spirit breathing a tapestry of song of lyric sight and brilliant thread eternal knots shaking hands clear eyes clean feet taste the air tonight 040912 what's it to you? who go blather from