Tapestry

Life is a tapestry of colors
We weave together
Some telling their story
Trying to convey a message
Others just throwing paint
A dark blue night
A pale horse  
Whose name is death
Panic red
Daffodil yellow
The green of envy
We sit at the loom
Toiling in suburban rayon
Or fields of cotton
Our hands becoming
Rough as cats’ tongues
We work until our memory
Has no spaces