Midnight Soul and Hay Meadow Heart 

Night comes creeping softly 
Like a ghost descending the stairs 
Dragging reluctant shadows behind it 
With a dark beauty that mystifies reality; 
Flooding my being with midnight skies 
And lining the walls of my soul 
With planets, suns, orbiting moons, swirling 
Nebulas and covering the Sistine ceiling of my soul 
With the layers of a million Milky Ways. 
My super-conscious is a blackness 
Lighted by a billion twinkling stars. 
There is just room enough left in my psyche 
To fill each crevice with the scent of new mown hay 
And the site of the burgeoning meadows of home 
Over-flowing the memory banks of my heart. 


When Tomorrow Has Flown
 
When tomorrow has flown 
Into future memories 
Where will love be then; 
Still strong between us? 
Will your mind burn 
With indelible images of me 
Swirling just below instant recall? 
Will your heart still ache 
From the memory of my touch? 
Will my undying words of love 
Still echo in your chambered soul 
When tomorrow has flown? 
Love does not seek assurances; 
It lives or dies within a dream. 
Within the soul of yesterday 
Love comes naked and barefooted; 
A deep passionate flame 
Burning in the wonder-filled darkness 
Where twin souls are melded by time. 
We are alive on sacred promises 
And the murmuring madness 
That comes whispering through time 
To bind us soul in soul, as one. 

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.