The Weavers of Song Tonight is a night where a song is created ripples are moving through an ice-crusted river. Weavers of fabric of the song whose intent is shaded my soul in this starblown night shivers. I look at the sky the star's crystal light is enhanced against the blue. Clouds scurry and spread their long white mattresses with an white illuminance comes the moon. In a night where the angels have come they have spread their long wings to shadow us from pain A gleaming beauty of freedom and enchantment comes with them but we are only afraid if the hurt will come again. The weavers work harder at their trade the song is nearly done. And when its melody shall ring through the universe will its words truly be sung. by Yarden Yavne.