Changing of the guard
One thread comes up, another recedes
New color brings me delight
Buoys me up with what I need
The richness of the dye
The depth of the hue
Seize my thoughts
And brighten everything in view
But what becomes of the strand
That so recently filled the tapestry?
I know it hasn’t
Entirely disappeared
I see glimpses of it now and then
The brilliance that I still hold dear
But with the new color come new patterns
The role of the old seems to wither away
I do not wish to see it go
But I may not have a say
It has enriched
So many parts of the tapestry
I still catch sight of it and turn my head
Like seeing a loved one in a crowd
And though I only seem to spin the new strand
I dare not say goodbye out loud
Perhaps in time I’ll find a way
Like all the king’s horses and all his men
To stitch the threads together
To make me whole again
But I must move on
And live the tapestry
But what becomes of the strand
That so recently filled the tapestry?
