yep.

I found this poem today that I wrote in church a few months ago. It was inspired by the stained glass window. It pertains to TPoF (Matt's pov). Figures.
And the "you" in this is God/the Voice. Just sayin'.

Silent sound in vibrant weather
Voices singing melodies of color
Gold changing to what it can be
Why is it crimson bathing me?

It knows whose blood is on my hands
The hands bound with diamond bands
The scarlet of a heart waiting to love
I guess years of pretending weren't enough

One step to the side brings me inside the blue
It tells me that there's nothing I can do
Blue like the ocean that soars down deep
And closes over my head when I go to sleep

Absorbed by my skin is the light of green
The evil of man that makes up my being
You say I'm not made of dark but of light
But when I look inside I'm lost in night

Orange hits my eyes with searing bright fire
It's the flames that burn and make me a liar
Eating the edges of my strength to survive
I need your hand to help keep me alive

And then glorious and pure blinding white
Fills every corner with its wide purging light
You tell me you're here to help me get by
And give me your love for the rest of my life