Languor

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