On the Adventure of Michael in Vermont

I
On Monday matin, 'neath a verdant shade,
Michael in saintly images awakes,
With dreams of the past night seemingly made
A prophecy of what may be at stake:
A love soon lost, that cause a heart to ache.
He rise from bed, go on his busy day,
And once while passing to refreshment slake,
Espies a mountain where the wood nymphs play
And promises himself return without delay.

II
As Tuesday breaks, our hero can't forget
That which he saw while passing by with chance,
And so then reappears, unaware of threat,
Viewing in the mountain's massed expanse
A fairest damsel in a garden dance,
With wild eyes and feet of fleeted light.
As Michael moved to make his first advance,
The nymph, as goddess bathing, fled his sight,
And thus for one day more he was denied Romance.

III
Enamored and bewildered by events,
On Wednesday Michael now consults his peers,
Who far removed suggest ruin ferments;
But Michael heeds not to their scattered fears.
For who is Mike but one whose golden heart steers
His ev'ry action and compels th'utmost best
From artist, politics, or engineers?
And so he doubts excitement in his chest
Could lead himself astray or make his mind distressed.

IV
On Thursday he returns, enthusiastic,
And on the hill approaches cautiously
The woman he finds most ecclesiastic
To his senses, and asks, "To some degree
May this fair boy, in your good company,
Find love and comfort now so well deserved?"
She frowned, but then she laughed to hear his plea,
Her elfin fingers 'round his digits curved,
And 'til the night came they dance, two unobserved.

V
With Friday morning, showers briefly rain,
But after noon he brings a garland fresh
And bracelets grateful. As she entertains
His ev'ry sense he feels strength in flesh
And sighs to see their lives now hap'ly meshed,
But unaware of how soon he'll be cut
As deaf to danger as grain to the thresh:
Surely within his intuition's gut,
He realizes? Yet no, his eyes and ears are shut.

VI
On Saturday, the even long since gone,
Poor Mike awakes to find himself desert,
With only memories of her, jumped like a faun
Into the wilderness. At first, he's hurt,
But then sees how she could easily pervert
His thoughts, distract his day, and ruin work.
'Tis better, Michael now knows to assert
His happiness, and realizes all the perks
Of not being captured by her evil, false smirk.

VII
With Sunday comes a peace now found within,
For all illusions should be left behind
When moving on, when new life must begin,
And maybe some girl to whom Michael was blind
Will soon emerge, and he will be in kind
With some fresh energetic, eager soul,
Who Michael in a new adventure finds
And gives to her solely his complete whole.
If he wishes, it's true: His life, so his control.

Subject: Mike's adventure in Vermont over the next few days
Date: July 17