Philip Glass Knee 5
The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and
the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of
peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We
have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing
thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds,
and put at ease our ruffled spirits.
And what sort of story shall we hear ? Ah, it will be a
familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and
yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.
Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies
touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.
There was silence between them. So profound was theire
love for each other, they needed no words to express
it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with
their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John ?" she asked.
"You know I love you, darling." he replied. "I love you
more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my
life. My sun. Moon and stars. You are my everything.
Without you I have no reason for being."
Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park
bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the
moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love
me, John ?" she asked. He answered : "How much do I
love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the
waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains
of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say."
"Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how
much I love you."
"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper
than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no
limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending
except my love for you."
There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a
park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in
the moonlight.
Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John" she
implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly
to hers in fervent osculation...
