Golden Thread - Mary Black

I looked into a mirror made of lines

With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine

A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find

The different parts, the fire, the air

And where my life would climb:

And where it joins another, and what would always bind:

It’s a golden thread to hold you all of my days

Hold my head against you, now and for always

Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time;

Makes you my life, makes you my life

The moving finger writes and goes away;

I’m weighed upon a balance here

And I’m told that I can stay

The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says I’m not alone;

My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home

And here it joins another, by what will always bind:

An when you looked your angel flew away

And what it meant was your protection’s gone another day

And what has come to change you

And have you come what may

Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as April haze

And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay