There's a place in a deep valley
Where the sun shines only at noon.
And then, only for 72 minutes.
It lights the darkest slots of the vale,
And then the sunlight sprawls up
And across the side of the other mountain.
It stumbles sometimes as it goes,
Like a bumblebee,
Who's championed the flower,
Inebriated from its fevered hope and nectar.
It sweats and collapses at the top
From the archetypal thoughts
That this time perhaps it's penetrated the black widow,
That this last effort will be its mating call to death.
But as he slumbers there on top,
He dreams of spring,
When lilies bloom,
And sees himself bounding forth victoriously
From his honeymoon suite.

Sure enough tomorrow comes,
And he stays in the valley
Called "Wanting You,"
For 73 minutes,
And says, "The best is yet to come."

-jenn