My Desire Seldom Lights My Desire
Rainbow bright across the loch
Guide me to my chosen goal
Where the squirrels red do play
And the heather makes my bed
For me to lie
Thundercloud upon the heath
Tells me that my doom has dawned
Leaning to the biting gale
As the heather bends and bows
To see me pass
| Contributors: | Apsley, Chevalier. |
| Poem finished: | 21st March 2007 by Apsley. |