Swimmer's cave

 while I was still young

I loved the truth and the gun

And all the youth poured

Out

Like gushing juice

From Over Niagra

Niagra, viagra

I have some vision of Las Vegas

And the nights are gone

But spent in Wild passion with you

Except

I was someone else

And perhaps

That dream is a book upon your shelf

But one day, some day

We have to live without

The confines of the pages

And book spine

I gave away in a glance

All the sea shells of youth 

That yet lie washing up

In the tide

I give you these cockel shells

nautiless, to listen into

And what you hear are echoes

of a sea I once swam in