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