Reworked a little:
St Michaelmas Poem
Reworked a little:
St Michaelmas Poem
on the evening of st michaelmas
the light will cause
a silver stair to greet
the sleeper at his sleeping feet
and guide him to a castle fair
held high upon the silver air
and to a bed to heal and sleep
and dream, St Michael for to keep
protection on our fading days
As Autumn blows and Autumn plays
With stabs of youth, once freed from
care
St Michael, you were always there,
St Michael you are still here now
to ease our sleep, unknit our brow
to lift the burden of our hearts
to bind our wounds, to heal, remind
us of the love that led us here,
for one another's cross to bear,
with promise of the silver stair
and of God's love, protected sleep
someday to waken in the air,
a world with love as strong as youth
awake from shadows into truth,
as silver spinning stories told,
of silver transformed into gold.