UNDER THE STARS’

We made camp as the sun went down, darkness now,

A fire burns, the glow upon your face projects an Image of beauty.

There’s a cool breeze blowing across the land, through the trees,

Rest do we beneath the full moon of color, you and I tonight.

The crackling wood has a tune of Its’ own, giving off a shining light,

So quiet and peaceful, sharing this land under the stars of life.

See me, see this man of hope and dreams by a fire next to you,

Stand up and take my hand, around this warmth dance with a smile.

A vision of what may be, alone out here next to you with a dream,

Love Is not promised, love makes a path of maybes, under the stars.

Keith Garrett

TREASURES OF THE LORD

Into the darkness, I stepped wandering down a road,

Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my soul.

Alone I’ve stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the mountain,

There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what Is humanity.

Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and non believing,

Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a blind man?

I’ve opened these eyes and learned to see his masterpiece,

The hills that are alive that rest beneath God’s wide open sky.

The wind that sings as It blows through the ever so high trees,

Rain that falls below Is a gift to us so that we may watch life grow.

From the sea to all that we need to be Is for us because he,

Only he had a thought, the power to Imagine that which we see.

Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from heaven,

Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him belongs not.

Every time I open my eyes the treasures of the lord are seen,

These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.

Keith Garrett

UNIVERSE

Created within me Is the answer to the beginning of time,

Is there a start or finish, an end or beginning to what’s mine.

In many a direction, I must be,

Everything travels’ through my darkness, who knows’ what there Is to see.

Older than anything, how long have I really existed,

Where do I come from, Is the answer a mystery never to be discovered?

All things’ that live within my space,

Rotating forever, will they always be In this place.

I am the universe, not knowing what I really am,

With no air or much light, not a visitor from your land.

I’ll stay here, who can say just how long,

Perhaps till an end comes to my time.

Keith Garrett

“TAKE A TRIP WITH ME”

Follow me, baby, across the wide open plains, together,

Horses we ride through the desert, the land belongs to us.

On beautiful animals of strength and spirit, we journey,

Moving along, riding Into the wind, together we are one.

For us, there are amazing and colorful sunsets’ to behold,

Under the stars, we camp next to the warmth of a roaring fire.

Sounds of nature are with us as the only voices other than our own,

Out here we live, we find our own way across this experience of life.

The sun rises beyond the hills’ behind the mountains standing,

A gentle breeze whispers that a new day Is born, we rise.

Take a trip with me as we awake to each sunrise, as we ride.

Keith Garrett

THAT’S LIFE

Walk with me and hear my thoughts of the day,

From the time we are a child we think and play.

A fairytale from the beginning that we are forever,

Of this world not meant to be, everlasting Is heaven.

Into our lives, people step and then walk away,

We lose and we gain, lessons of love and pain.

At times the bad seem blessed and the goodwill suffer,

Those with much love to give can not discover another’s heart.

Most take for granted what others only cry for, Oh! they cry,

That’s life, sometimes we don’t get what we deserve,

Many times we get what we get, that which Is given.

We see laughter, we see tears, we find fear, that’s life,

We all have our day and some have It taken away.

The longer we live there’s a chance for love or sorrow,

We hold on for tomorrow because that’s life.

Keith Garrett

SURROUNDING ME

I’m here, blind at times to what’s around me waiting for myself to see,

Sitting here at this moment, quiet with no soul to keep me company.

Feeling lonely but as I turn my eyes to this world, notice do I something,

There’s much life watching me, I never listen but now I can hear,

As what’s surrounding me Is telling me something, It’s talking to me.

There stands a tree, Its’ branches swinging In the wind like arms,

Leaves falling to the ground, nature brings It to life as I hear the sound.

The grass dances as a breeze travels on by singing as It says goodbye,

When I sit upon It a feeling It has as also this friend of green feels me.

On a shrub, a bird sits and whistles In the sun,

Saying hello to It as away In the sky this bird flies.

There are bees buzzing around flowers of many colors and fragrances,

They leave me alone, I’m not alone.

What I want may not be, a little less lonely with what’s surrounding me.

Keith Garrett

SUNRISE

Darkness disappears’ as day comes to life,

Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.

The fog begins’ to lift showing the beauty of God,

I walk this way with hope by my side.

Quiet as It’s early, fore sleep still lingers,’

On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.

Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,

Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.

Everything has changed as the days’ seem the same,

A song, he sings’ a song In my ear always heard.

My favorite music from the man from Jersey,

Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.

Keith Garrett

BEFORE YOUR SOUL

Where are you before you are you,

Billions of years, molecules exploding in time.

Born to this world millions of years before,

A man, you don’t speak in words but a screech.

Your first thoughts are of survival, food, and water,

Your mind and body are most unusual, not of today.

Fire has not been learned, day and night, sun and rain,

These are to you a mystery, so much you will learn,

Before your soul was created, a man you are related.

Keith Garrett

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