I’ll Always Remember

Is it only the Windsong’s that lifts the heart and mind,

The journey of love and the loss thereof,

That brings a notice and grateful cheer,

To words that I may write.

Was it only a time when songs they sounded,

Clear and did remind,

And rhymes of days in lost past times,

That made you shed a tear that night.

Could it be that words they matter,

That neither voice nor song,

Will lift your spirit above the clouds,

Where winds did sail along.

When was the point where you did hear,

The soft sweet sirens song,

Which filled the night that moments shattered,

Love lost hearts and nights so long.

I did betray the vision of love

The times when boughs did sway

And winds within our sacred hearts

Had carried us away.

And if I set to bended knee,

Would you remember then,

That time when deep within your heart,

You tried to make amends.

My memory holds the moment still,

Deep within my soul,

When you forgave my deeds of past,

Through cleansing tears so long ago.

For if words matter and you hear,

The sadness in my call,

You’ll know that days long in our past,

Are memories sweet of times now gone.


Johnny Johnston
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.


  1. Beautiful! Beautiful!Stunning! Incredibly Beautifully Written Poetry! You have been blessed with a gift that you so graciously share. I would love for you to put all the poems you have written into an album so it can be published so that many more people will get to enjoy your work.