Upon the Golden Stair

Now blue day is but a memory

Sequestered in an anteroom of mind,

For night has spread her darkness stealthily

And we through labyrinthine byways wind

Supported by a faith that dawn will come

And once again our mortal eyes shall see

The pathway for the seekers' journey home,

Averting the nocturnal treachery

Of beings that await the silent hour

When the watchman sleeps and thought is laid to rest.

It is the time of an abysmal power

That haunts men's' souls, seeking the depressed,

The lonely, the demonic and the weak

And poignant ones who live in sorrow draped,

When evil forces on the unjust wreak

Misfortune; few are those who have escaped

The perils of the gulf, the unknown straits.

Safety lies in consciousness and prayer

For in the blackness God also waits

His golden light upon the golden stair.