She

I left her in the shadows
Beside the babbling brook
Her glowing skin beset with sores
Her hair a blowing in the wind
She watched my every move, as I
Went off to further shores
Her eyes, they never left my back
Her soul kept pace with mine
Her ample figure softly lit
By moonlit beaming from above
Her breath was shallow in the night
Flowing from her shallow lungs, taking flight
Upon the current of the wind
As swallows kept her company
For all the world to see.
She came for me deep in my sleep
I dreamt the future that we had
She left me in the peak of REM
And swore her vengeance, looking sad.
I see her still beside that brook
Her tousled hair, her mottled skin
Her spirit willing, her flesh most weak.
The swallows set upon the trees
Awaiting her bare soul,
To be set free