our lady of milton

shimmer
pale shadow light
glimmer
the lady in white
whispering
to the dandelion

at 3 in the morning
sensing change
in her delight

she caused
did cause
does cease
to cause

love in the pumpkin patch
at airy dawn
not himself
the poet by fairylight
did conceive

a poem
matching her height
and her eyes
the curves and mind
that all conspire

to seize the moon
and rid all childrens thought
from all sight

to wither and strangle rationale
into midnight fire