A Story Of Love

Inspired by THE DIARY OF ONE WHO DISAPPEARED by Leos Janacek I met her along the edge of the forest where wilderness and civilization meet and share a corridor common to both. Neither of us stepped off this line of grass and foliage, stepping into the other's zone. Would it be an act of faith in love to enter her zone, and sing a song of adoption, myself the impressario of my new existence as a child newly born into her wilderness, helpless, wholly hers? Or what if she would dance with such abandon her repertory of dances, that a careless step made her lose her perfect balance, and she plopped down on my side of the border, her clothes in disarray but otherwise unhurt? Would she curl into a tight ball, and, weeping, rock back and forth, trying to squeeze the sudden fear out of her body? Would her face, drained of all delight, darken: 'Oh, my soul is lost! ' Or would she jump up and dance into my arms, delighted that an accident had freed her to choose life in my world under a changing sky of light and dark, where people live at fixed addresses and dance the Maypole Dance? Oh, our eyes see each other's beauty, and an electric shock races through our bodies, fusing them. Each heart sees into the other's soul, and two souls fuse into one wondrously new soul. Oh, we are already living one life! Let us live together on this green corridor a pure life of rain water and forest fruits. Let us pretend it is world enough for two united in love, whose longing is fulfilled in the other... Or, my darling, should I simply step into your world?