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