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