Was A Long Time Coming

Written by: Ann Anderson

Was a long time coming
so many fruitless trees,
an autumn forest,
laid naked of it's leaves.

A hint of sunshine
but eaten by the clouds,
the clouds that so quickly
cover like a shroud.

The damndest thing
a fool believes
that love comes easy,
it always does in dreams.

Was a long time coming
but the taste of love sublime
a feast set before me,
forever will I dine.