Footprints

These faces that I see cross the light
Dangling flashes that catch my sight
Curves and reflections fly around
Colors make their way to pound
A crystal may fit this description
But it also describes my addiction
A print on ones tongue
A cross from which he was hung
Dirt from where his blood dripped
History where he was not skipped
In hearts used to live from
In souls to spread the love some
He gave you many ways and hints
I use them all as my footprints