The Tower

by pablofernandezwriting

When in a city I search for houses,
I find only towers
Past the mountain
Facing the bay
Build a tower
Walls of mirror made
For nobody and for everybody.

Let the tower be as you are
With strength that reaches the sky
The sun will rain on top of it
Where the wind passes
And the forest below
Is beating blinding and alive.

Hide the tower well
For whenever I am lost
I will always find it.