Poetry from Annie Johnson

Light skinned woman with curly white hair and a floral top.
Annie Johnson

The Wee Hours of the Morning 

The wee hours of the morning, 
Awake and softly singing 
Remembered love songs 
Roosting in the rafters 
Of my romantic soul. 
Coming from the drowsy land 
Of faraway misty realms 
Of reality, mixed with dreams. 
Sparing me not his smiling lips 
His ringing laughter; his salty tears. 
I quite float away on beams 
Of shining-eyed happiness 
Total recall of whispered love words 
The raspy breath of morning 
Caressing my ears with eager joy. 
Is it any wonder that I lie awake 
In the wee hours of the morning; 
Joy of memory rising to the rafters 
Where all my longing goes to roost 
On the early morning sunbeams 
Pouring through the wonder 
Of every dawn I spend with you. 

Dreams Remembered 

My dreams dog the heels of evening shadows 
Darting in between the threads of moonbeams 
Descending on the paths of twilight’s ending 
As the familiar stars of midnight whisper 
From the faraway nocturnes of my girlhood. 
Faint are the crescendos the Meadow Lark sings 
Through the feathery realms of dandelions 
Caught on the passing wind of Fairy wishes. 
Softly sing the memory of embers burning 
Where the long dead ashes of youth lie cold, 
Fading in the curling smoke of lost hope 
Pressed between the pages of love poems 
In worshipful beauty of a tender heart’s caring 
That love would come and never grow old. 
Alive, the belief that dreams came true 
In the shaft of Holy sunlight streaming 
Through the stained-glass windows of youth 
To touch the pious head of the girl I once knew. 
If dreams could take me back to that golden time 
On wings of light; it is there I would gladly fly. 

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.

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