Canyon’s a tease -
Lures you into sun-soaked voluptuousness
Come see what's hidden in these folds
Won't whisper sweet nothings.
Tired of giving chase, body rebels, mind darkens
Still you follow her everywhere on sore legs, heart slamming
Work so hard for so little
Punish & contort yourself
Believing in love, mystery --
She’ll open up.
This morning she draws aside her veil of fog, shows a little summit
New path to her heart
& another riddle there
Tiny labyrinth tucked inside
Single strand, no elaborate double helix.
You make it so difficult, she says
One way in, one way out -
O Mistress mine where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further pretty sweeting.
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love, 'tis not hereafter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter:
What's to come, is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
- Feste, Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare