Optimistic Essence

The abandoned dwelling quivers on the hill Craving for the morning light to warm her weary walls The aging clock deep down throbs to keep time real No sunlight daring enough to dance in through these barren windows The much endured debris completing the mosaic A dismal carpet on an inflamed frame Once a Bird of the wild Now an empty, forlorn building, without a breath Suffering tempests in solitude Every traveler inquisitive Of her resilience None aware that this abode prays For that tarnishing chandelier bolted to the ceiling To light one last time before the show of life ends.