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 his hands which reach out for you.
There is true word in all my verse
for a blessing to end the curse
As well in the dark I may sit,
but I know how your candle's lit.
A candle bright is burning fast,
the night is long but will it last?
The answer sought always depends
on candles burning from both ends.
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