Do You Remember?

Do you remember that time?

The night when we danced in the darkness?

It seems so far,

So long ago.

Like days,


years in our past.

A place we thought together,

We’d never be,

Never last.

A place where hearts are hidden,

Sighs concealed,

And emotions unknown.

With a future,

Somewhere far ahead in a distant,

“No Need to Worry” place.

Our passions,

Burning in the height of discovery and brilliance,

Musings and metaphors,

Ever seeking,

Always searching.

Then resting among the old live oaks in that ancient forest,

Entrenched in a muddled landscape of sand and regrets,

Hopes, dreams and desires where only fantasies are created,

We danced.

Within this southern chamber of memories and tales,

Where ghostly grey moss sits atop the cypress,

Nestled against the sea in winds that smell of the marsh and sweetgrass.

Where sounds of His Word,

Drift through the mist of a summer breeze,

To descend on shores bordered beside Gods gilded wave swept coast,

And the beginning of our love.

A place where scents of sulfur, jasmine,

And cool spring rains, in the afternoon heat,

Embraced each setting sun.

Whose unmistakable fragrance filled the winds of an arid and blessed ancestral heritage in shrouds of history long forgotten,

And lost in each family’s proud past.

Demanding our faith,

And in it,

Our southern ways held fast to truth,


and moments lost.

delivering us into a culture of strength built on morals,


and dignity.

When we as children of the south,

Seized this graced and nurtured tradition in pride,

Our hallowed God given place,

Was not in rest Our destined point,

Not solemn,


naked or alone.

A love which born deep within our souls,

Lonely and lust filled when young and in awe,

taken by the ways of the world,


Then built nurtured lives, in cradled, consecrated, and refined southern ancestry,

Each, of these moments glorified,

Graced by God, every spirit now redeemed and subjected to His crowned destiny.

Do you remember? 

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Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnstonhttp://www.blufengr-art.com/
An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.


    • Thank you Len I appreciate any recognition of my work. Had a question. Having recently moved to Arizona and you being a man of the cloth I was wondering if you may have heard of my new pastor, Mark Driscoll? Dynamic writer and orator. Has about 30 books under his belt. A bit controversial but he really grabs you by the collar when preaching and his messages are more lessons than anything else. Just wondering, JJ
      Be safe!