~ Tapestry ~
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues,
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn’t know,
Soon within my tapestry along the rugged road,
As I was watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared a
In times of deepest darkness I’ve seen him dressed
For Mary
An ever lasting vision of the ever changing view.
A wondrous woven magic in lengths of blue and gold.
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
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.
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.
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.
Figure grey and ghostly beneath the flowing beard.
in black.
Now my tapestry’s unraveling, he’s come to take me
back,
He’s come to take me back.
Happy Birthday
I Love You
May 26, 2001
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