the room with a view

in the middle of a wasteland
stretching across the emptiness,
stands the remains of a temple,
in its exquisite aloneness -
the room with a view,
where trespassers are welcome,
when they walk into the shadows
hanging across the walls,
and melt into the lone flame
at the heart of the shrine,
where there's always
room for more,
between a steadfast lamp
and those dying stars.