Tapestry

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold Once, amid the soft and silver sadness in the sky There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide And a coat of many colors, yellow, green on either side He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go Once he reached for something golden, hanging from a tree And his hand came down empty Soon within my tapestry, along the rutted road He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared A figure, gray and ghostly, beneath a flowing beard In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black Now my tapestry's unraveling, he's come to take me back He's come to take me back