Beach Dreams Poem by David Taylor

Beach Dreams

I know the way that I must go
All the signs are pointing though
To that alluring place of pride
Where life is long and death is slow.

I’ve travelled far and now arrive
Where the foaming ocean’s tide
Pulls me through the waters high
No matter how I try to strive.

They call aloud with shouts and sighs
“Do not go on”, it’s suicide
(Those long lived and nearly dead)
But waves are strong and waters rise.

“He would not listen” they all said
(As I watch them from my floating bed)
Am I just dreaming inside my head?
Am I just dreaming inside my head?


Apologies to Robert Frost