December 19, 2013


I sometime lapse into gaps of inspiration
Bucket scraping the bottom of my dry well
Waiting and hoping for another revelation
A sign to denote there’s some tale to tell

Sometimes the gaps are just temporary
Disappearing as quickly as they came
Other times they’re far from momentary
Lingering long as they play their game

Sooner or later a new light will shine
To chase away all the shadowy doubt
And words shall once again be mine
Until, once again, the light goes out

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