In the dark
Need a spark
Battling to break through
Mined in a fog
(Could be the grog?)
Thoughts turn to you
Of things said
Pages read
Brought out into the blue
Words soar high
Thunderbolts fly
Arrows pierce the heart
Straight and true
That\'s what you do
Bring a brand new start
Fruit so sweet
Words like meat
Nourishing every part
Head to toe
Spirit to soul
The breath of life within
Whispers: soft; mellow; let the games begin.