In the distance, dancing on the sand beside
the sea a vision so lovely and fair now
reminds me why I hope to never die. Set apart
by the erousion of time I no longer her
language know, yet of her pleasures I have so
often told. A young man’s game, I speak not
of love but of my humanity, a dance if you
will between what is and was and now never
can be.
David Blake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-all-the-lies-i-have-told/
