Within the riptide, hope creates a heaven;
for in that moment, death is near.
The sand, that slips beneath my feet,
is telling me I cannot run away.
Beyond the stars, the sea is dark and cold;
I fight the tide with all my will.
And though I may cheat death tonight,
I know that fate will call for me once more.
My strength is gone; I am resigned to death;
I rest my soul upon an empty shore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How peacful your picture looks. and beautiful word to accompany it... Annette
Thanks Annette. The poem is based on a real event when I was caught in a riptide many years ago. It occurred to me that this was a prefect metaphor for death.