[00:08.78]Lying apart now,each in a separate bed
[00:14.15]He with a book keeping the light on late
[00:18.76]She like a girl dreaming of childhood
[00:22.47]All men elsewhere - it is as if they wait Some new event:
[00:29.47]The book he holds unread
[00:32.97]Her eyes fixed on the shadows overhead
[00:38.31]Tossed up like flotsam from a former passion
[00:43.17]How cool they lie.They hardly ever touch
[00:48.46]Or if they do, it is like a confession
[00:52.71]Of having little feeling - or too much
[00:58.35]Chastity faces them a destination
[01:02.89]For which their whole lives were a preparation
[01:09.02]Strangely apart, yet strangely close together
[01:17.43]Silence between them like a thread to hold
[01:22.50]And not wind in. And time itself's a feather,Touching them gently
[01:30.84]Do they know they're old
[01:34.06]These two who are my father and my mother
[01:38.42]Whose fire from which I came,has now grown cold?