The Elusive Poem

On some days
you just don't come
so easily to me;
I lie in wait
longing, awake,
and unfulfilled;
a faint thought
lingers somewhere
losing its way
in the hustle
and emptiness
of the day;
a tiny spark
that kindles
a raging fire
of words,
vaporises
into nothingness;
but I still wait for you
with hope and trust -
the elusive poem,
my elusive lover,
lurking in the stillness
of the dark night,
waiting for the moment
to consummate
our affair of words....