A PERFECT MOMENT



 When darkness falls and the night is quiet,


 Fighting is no more, words are of silence.


                                                                                        
 Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,


                                                         
 A drink for two on my private land.


 When echoes of sirens are no longer close,


 screams of the freeway are not near my home.


 When all is everything I want it to be,


 A fantasy is made in my own world to see.


 A perfect moment can only be what we make it to be,


 Things of change piece by piece, a perfect moment 
 Can be anything.

                          Keith Garrett