Can the poems come again?

A year plus four
  Since the good flow stopped
Of words inducing imagery

Not in my mind
  But to yours they come
Your own ego stroke of flattery

Enlightened glow
  Still shines the page
With indulgent data fibbery

Distracts the one
  Whose purpose rests
Well inside the soothing webbery

Or is it here
  Beneath the sheath
Longing awaited revelery

A year plus four
  And now it comes
Unsuspected, flowing liv-e-ly