Desire by Keith D Allison What poets quill has not dipped into the well To bring forth ink languishing in pine Of the quaking pain that burns inside Of the sensual night or the morning, laced in sun bright Of precious of oils and myrrh To fill the longing for the eternal skies 03/05/2006 Posted on 03/06/2006 Copyright © 2025 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/08/06 at 01:00 PM Yes, as I said in my e-mail, excellent buildup to that last beautiful line. A truly spiritually moving poem. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)