Years Ahead
Little girl, up ahead road so smooth
Moving swiftly into life’s journey on
Into years when time is like winter’s end
When rudiments are past and music is love
As fingers lose themselves and dance to and fro
When music climbed in and took you prisoner
Your piano is a seasoned lover of passion
The keys are a velvety glowing skin
Stretched out over miles of heavenly bliss
Your heart is a virgin kiss full of heat
Your touch is a lust before lust begins
Your feelings traveled many roads but
These roads are yet to be traveled upon
You reached the summit before you began
You were a Siren sister sitting on the rocks
Luring the sailors to their doom
You lived through it all before
Before you became that innocent child
That fetus inside that warm cozy womb
Where geniuses are made
Where mortality is a smoldering ember
But not quite dead yet
You have yet to live, and live you will
Charlotte B. Williams
8yIt must have been really beautiful, and your writing really amazes me.
Jamie Anderson
8yI love this poem. Fantastic!
Shemené Kok
8yIm up late due to a neck injury or so I tell myself. I found myself lurking on your page because I knew you might have some beauty on it. This is an art piece. I really adore!
Robert L. Martin
8yPut hot compresses on your neck. Maybe it will make you feel better. Thank for commenting on my poem.
J Ann Crowder
7yVery deep! All gifts and talents in the world amaze me!
Robert L. Martin
7yThank you very much, Joanne. Talent is" so" essential to success. Hard work is important, but without talent it goes for naught. At least that's what I think. I'm so glad you read some poems of mine and missed you when you were gone.