I sit on the bay,
With my head in my hands,
And I watch as the rain
Gently washes the sands.
If I had a heart,
I would look deep inside,
And search for the love,
Which I always denied.
Above soar the gulls,
Grey squadrons in flight,
As I lift tired eyes,
In search of the night.
Instead there's a rainbow
Which graces the sky,
Spreading light all around
As the rain starts to die.
I do not think of treasure
Or cauldrons of gold,
I just think of you,
As the years now unfold.
Can you see this rainbow,
Which graces the sky?
As the soft, gentle rain
Joins the tears that I cry.
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Owain Glyn
