The Case of the Disappearing Writer! Yes, other things took over and the poem was put on the very back of the furthest burner for a while. However, we are now switching on the gas and striking a match. Will there be a small explosion or merely a splutter?
We make out what we can:
the headlands, the islands and
a shapeless mark
on what would be the horizon.
Things we know are there
The islands and the capes
But which will not be revealed
Before the dark comes on
With blackout drapes.
I've inserted the line about the islands and the capes both to explain what it is we might be seeing if we could and to provide one rhyme with the last line which makes - I think - a more satisfying ending. I have also inserted 'which' in the third line from the end.