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 the echoes of sirens, are no longer close,


  The scream of the freeway, is 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