To the Pier.

Promise me…oh promise me please…meet me at the Pier tonight.
It’s foggy like when we first met…oh please let’s set the Pier on fire again.
Put on the filter and see the same as me…see how good it is and how we choose right.
Put on your dark blue coat…take a stroll and let’s go see our long gone stain.

Do you feel the change in our city…oh do you feel the same change in us.
For a while now I have been longing home…oh longing for your sweetest song.
I haven’t felt the touch of a spirit…only wachted my own chills when the wind gushed.
Seen all the lights and neon shimmer…leafs dancing whirling and every step gone wrong.

I have never felt so odd and so strange in my whole life.
Never bend for any wind no matter what season we met.
I still look for the lights that can show me the way home.
Waited in vain for someone like you to pass me by again.
Smoke from chimneyses signal’s the approach of winter.
Come here and let me show you the Pier on a foggy night.

Promise me…oh promise to look here…take a look around.
See how the mist turns into fog…oh look at what’s still left.
Look at all other’s here…it’s the same kind of trouble and voices sound.
You can wait for all to fall into you own hopes…oh and loose it like in an evil theft.
You can accept that love is not an option in your game that you know you never win.
Alone, single and lonely…who do you take to the Pier on a foggy night… oh on your next time.
Lies you can trust leak into your heart…oh I recall when you closed your eyes for the acient sinn.
Never in my life has it been so obvious…oh so loud and it almost feel’s like a crime.

I have never know any pain worse than when we went different ways.
The noise in my mind never was this loud and send tremors down the spine.
I face the wind and ask my request for an answer that’s never gonna be heard.
I have wondered why this Pier always drag me like a magnet.
Come let me show you the Pier tonight.
The same glory is hidden in the day as it turns into a foggy night.

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

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