In the darkness you sit and cry
for dawn's arrow to pierce the sky,
but never strike the flint on steel
to flame the tinder to reveal
a man hidden in midnight blue,
and see the hand opened to you.
There's a true spell in all my verse
for a blessing to end the curse
Near you in the dark I may sit,
yet I know how your candle's lit.
A candle so bright must burn fast,
the night is long but will it last?
The answer sought always depends
on candles burning from both ends.