Where Flowing Colors Drip Poem by Chance Foreman

I sometimes get the feeling
To leave this crazy world behind
And find a place
If one can be found
Where the heart can run free
Where all the troubles of the world of things
Disappears upon the black birds wings
To sit in simplicity
By a wandering brook
Where flowing colors drip from the world
And pass by my eyes wordlessly
To be consumed in the natural beauty of life
I feel is a gift that so many live their whole lives without
Splendid beauty
I embrace you
Wondrous life
I embrace you
Unending moment
I embrace you
Deep and unfathomable love
In you I let myself go…