A Whole New Perspective

Who knew the silent silhouettes could blush,
A brilliant shade of red.
The alive corpses,
are waking up the dead.
These tiring dreams,
will awaken the soul.
Flashing across the burning skies,
Turning all green into gold.
In curiosity ,
Answers will come.
Settling the unsettled hearts,
beating like a drum.
It will bring an end a beginning,
and a reason to a closed off minds.
Shedding motion on the untouched,
as if giving sight to the blind.
It holds on, attaches to the heart.
it captures the eyes like the flight of a dove
Is this what they call living?
Is this true love?