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 its own time and power   Each body alone and wrapped with its 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