A Linear Cycle

The house starts to tremble
But it will not show any crack
Try hard to repair
To resemble
It just couldn’t take the past back

The air plays music
Under the slight warm breeze
That wanders through the paved city
Floating, relaxed
Yet never seemingly
At ease

Finding a heart
Yearns mending
Saline water
Reduce swell in swills
An easy count
Faithful believing
To meet light
At the same sky
That pitch black 
Now fills