Pins holding reflections on the walls

by Keith D Allison

the sun slowly moves into the sea,
a wave of darkness moves across the land,
within the movement of the breeze,
the leaves in the trees,
drops the fairy dust on the eyes,
the spiral of quiet falls,
in the hour of the Rose,
the gentle caress to the orchard above the brow,
the fluttering of thousand wings,
oh hear the call,
sweetness of a dream,
to the heart


Posted on 09/01/2016
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/02/16 at 03:34 AM

A beautiful poem, Keith.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/02/16 at 10:53 AM

Quite lovely and melodic.

Posted by Rob Littler on 09/06/16 at 02:51 PM

a beautiful archaeologist gifted with second sight, is searching for a priceless historical relic. But soon both are caught up in the magic of the moon-drenched abbey--unexpectedly united in desire and sensuous they are drawn deeper and deeper into a dangerous web of deceit and betrayal. For only Michael and Kelly hold the key to the future and the past. And only their bold new passion can lay the abbey's ghosts to fulfilling the ancient promise of a rapturous love reborn.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/13/16 at 02:39 AM

I can visualize this all unfolding - very inviting and gradual.

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