Tapistry

My life has been a tapistry of rich and royal hugh

An everlasting vision of the everchanging view

A wonderess woven magic in bits of blue and gold

A tapistry to feel and see, impossible to hold



Ones amid the soft and silver sadness of the see

there came a man of fortune

a drifter passing me

he wore a thorn and tattered cloth

around his lethered hide

and a coat of many clours, yellow-green on either side



he moved with some uncertenty

as if he didn't know

just what he was there for or where he ought to go

once he reached for somethng golden, hanging from a tree

and his hand came down empty



soon within' my tapistry along the rutted road

he sat down on a riverrock and turned into a toad

it seemed that he had fallen into someones wicked spell

and i whepped to see him suffer

though i didn't know him well



as i watched in wonder

there suddenly appeared

a figure grey and gohstley

beneath a flowing beard

in times of deepest darkness

i've seen him dressed in black

now my tapistry's unreaveling

he's come to take me back....

he's come to take me back.....