Kiss of the Morning Wind 

The timelessness of the horizon 
And the endless joy of becoming 
Part of humanity’s quiet overtures; 
Ringing in the quiet mornings 
Like bells in life’s carillon towers. 
All the depth of love and caring 
Steps forth on the balcony of life; 
Singing in the voice of ageless beauty 
Sending arias of love to far off stars; 
And walking among the lilies in gardens, 
Wild with nature’s indescribable beauty 
Caressing the souls of callous dreamers 
Who hum to the birds of first light. 
Awaken now, sweet youth of dawn 
Hold the day like a newborn child, 
Tenderly aware of its fragile beauty; 
Treasure every hour; every moment 
Life smiles on your ageless face; 
Savor the warmth of love’s sweetness 
When the morning wind kisses your lips. 


Beyond Now 

Night enfolds me like your arms in my dreams. 
Shadows whisper with the echoes of your voice
 Nearly asleep in heavens far from reaching; 
But waiting; waiting; searching the brightness 
Of distant stars singing past me in night’s stillness. 
Heaven is but a word – silent and deep, beautiful 
Beyond earthly hopes and cares, a place 
Of lovelight shining from your eyes, touching 
The core of life with the fingertips of desire 
To be with you in mists spanning time; 
Spanning thought; being bound to you 
In ways of the soul and the timelessness 
Of an ever-expanding completeness 
Of infinity’s ways to conquer time 
And be with you beyond this vale of now.

Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.