What then is love but mourning? What desire but they self burning?
Time stands still Time stands still
And I know that this is the movement of bodies Each body pulsing with it's own time and power Each body alone and wrapped with it's own remembrance In that loneliness maroon in a stone sea I heard lips whispering complete And sent all time in the palms of my hands and my skin The need for contact Shut behind the thirteen bolted doors my feet fetted I dreamed only of the orofices of the watch put there So that one may hook and twine oneself in me Continually I dreamed of this confrontation And it was a dream of the most savage jealous and cruellest match
Time stands still
Though you are young And I am old Though your veins flow And my blood flows The youth is moist The age is dry Yet embers live When flames do die
All time stands still Time stands still Time stands still
Tender grass is easily broke Yet who shall shake the sturdy oak You are more fresh and fair than I Yet stubs do live When flowers die
Time stands still Time stands still
Thinkst thou thy fortune still doth cry For tomorrow thou must die