What had become of her

On that clearly cloudy afternoon I saw her form

By the groaning river awaiting the approaching storm

Through blades of grass so tall, I saw her gently sway

To some distant music that I was sure came her way

I strained to hear only to catch whispers from the wind

They reminded me of the night I lay under her pinned

Her mouth warm on my lips, my brazen heart touched

The fire of love rising up in jolts, never too much

Now she sat, her form so changed and so bent

That my eyes welled up, shock waves my temples sent

Little by little her shaven head rose and fell in a dance

My heart beat faster as I rushed to catch a dearer glance

They lifted up - my hands - some magical power shaking them

And there she sat unknowing, rocking her withered stem

Skin to skin in a moment's effort, my fingers touched her back

Formless she crumbled, her bones stood still in a neat stack

The skies thundered as my heart settled in a whimper

A broken man I was seeing what had become of her.