Fire for the Wick

If the land about us is all aflame then
Why is it that none of it is tame? Fen
Wild is this that I do see before me,
A curse and a blight upon my fair sight;
For how can such a thing be that you
And I having been given the light true
To our hearts desire's have become blue
In the face by our lack of breath, summing
Up no courage of love, bereft of sun
Light from the great heaven above!
So we who did purchase the land as a
Candle of wax that stands in hand's so firm,
Have forgotten the secret to the fire,
The matches, the spark by which it may burn.

                                                               Fire for the Wick, (c) Luke Bennette