The Colors That Free

Red roses splinter through fields of green,

Colors interact so obscene,

Purple skies shatter blue lakes of dreams,

Colors cry from bleeding screams,

Orange petals fall from yellow gleaming trees,

Colors die for love gone cold by your decrees,

The pillar of red explodes from caverns oh so deep,

It lays in wait with secrets that it keeps,

The tower of orange hangs low yet high,

Embraced with safety life passes by,

Yellow gleams a beacon through the dark,

One touch conjoins a happy heart,

Green lays wait among the ground,

Hoping one day for one so proud,

Blue flows through glossed over seas,

It hugs the shore, a solemn breeze,

Purple auras soothe the air,

Walls so high, defense with no care.

These shades hold keys,

To doors one never sees,

They conjoin in line,

Once at a time,

To build a home for all around,

The lost and broken from out of town,

Outcasts meet under glass panes so vibrant,

A church of light, strong and reliant,

In a place called home,

Their love is not violent.

Their love is never silent.

My love is not violent.

My love is never silent.