Writing out poetry, line upon line, 
As the Summer rain, silently, dripped down the window, 
I solemnly scribed every rhyme upon rhyme, 
Forging sentiment slowly distilled from the page.
Whimsical musings yet tinted the scenery -
Colourful, fancy and folly imbued – 
As the wondrous flashes of visual tapestry 
Filled me with passionate fervour renewed.

Sentiment

walking the graveyard with a torch and a Sack
I once went with only the clothes on my Back
feeling full Force the weight of the Course
I'm obliged to continue along the dark Track