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

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