The Tower of Hope

The Tower of Hope

You are my skyline everywhere I go,
Extending majestically over the horizon,
Too far to touch,
But close enough that I must try.

I lean towards you,
Stretching,
Fingers extended,
Shoulders loosening themselves from sockets.
You are still, but elusive.

Expectation, I long for you.
Meeting you - my sole desire.
You will thus be justified and wholly real.

Enormous and beautiful.
You are a tower of stained glass.
And as I approach,
Closer now than ever,
You collapse.

I am naked for you
As you shatter before me.
I have already sold you my soul.
Why must you have my blood too?