Blessed Inspiration

A dead piece of wood,

With such expression stood.

At threshold of disaster,

To pierce through facade of imposter.

Dwindling away in despair,

Distraught soul past repair.

This time let not tears trickle down,

But forever float with deep frown.

Just then caught sight,

At that hour most beautiful bright.

As if tossed there to view,

Such random inspiration threw.

So reviving heart to throb,

And let not with pain sob.