Beach Dream Poem by Paul Reed

The beach lies silent now but for the tide
The scorching sun has had his ride
Across the sky to sink in the west
Glooming the place I love the best;

For not to be there, is still to be there
To remember the salt-laden air
To run with joy across the sand
My face by the breezes fanned;

The dark invades the smugglers' caves
Gulping in the crashing waves
And I am there, although here at home
For my heart does tend to roam;

And tonight the image of that lonely strip
Holds me in it's shingly grip
The bay flooded with the moonlight's gleam
Even though it is only in a dream.