Love Would Be Free

I waited for a long time
but she never came along
her heels, dragged the road
a deeper sign untold.

The trees whispered smoke
in the mornings dust
of the dawns second light
this sleeping menagerie
of a muddled mind
movements
- churning sifted time
on the days first breath.

Some days, are a long day
when your falling from the sky
some days are hard days
when lavender turns to purple
under the shadowed eyes.

I walked through the door
with life running still
then noticed, I was left behind
with no one else to blame
as the leaves fell to the floor
I felt them all - like fallen trees.

When I thought about it
what else could I believe
she once promised me
that love…..
would be free.