At the end of the pier I watched the gulls fly
So far up above in the beautiful sky,
And there where I stood I watched dreams passing by
And I tried to catch one in my hand.
At the end of the pier I watched the ships sail
I felt so alone as I leant on the rail,
The hazy horizon was pallid and pale,
And my heart remained there on the land.
At the end of the pier I watched the seashore
Like hope waves were rising then falling once more,
As sunlight did shine and the strong winds did roar
I just saw them all crash on the sand.
At the end of the pier I waited for you
The waters before me were so clear and blue,
But as I looked out on this wonderful view
I did cling to my love by a strand.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-end-of-the-pier/
