CELTIC SOUNDS

Irish music from a faraway land,

Mystical tunes, into my mind they are heard.

Soothing to the soul, these words listened too,

Closing my eyes, drifting into a dream state of peace.

These voices of angels singing so soft,

Echoes into your thoughts feelings of at ease.

Instruments of sound like a symphony of happiness,

Something of a heavenly miracle.

Celtic sounds from long ago,

Live on, and on like spirits in the wind.

Keith Garrett

IT HAS BEEN A YEAR, MOM

Time really does fly, mom, It has been a year,

It was a short time ago that we spoke on the phone.

Where did you go, life goes on here while you are away,

I miss you, You had a life, full of love and strife.

How can it be that you are gone, you were always mom,

How does a little girl grow old and disappear, are you near?

Is it possible that you can forget, do you know of us in your new world,

We do and always will think of and remember you, you are mom.

It has been a year, mom, all that you were has scattered to the universe,

Remember me as I will surely never forget you, you were my mom.

Keith Garrett

SILENCE

In the dark of night, listening to your thoughts,

A peaceful breeze traveling through standing trees.

Thunder from the sky echoes around the silence of a sleeping child,

Peace and quiet are observed in a dream surrounded by the world’s noise.

Silence may live within a sorrowful man, a silent cry from one without words,

Communication lacking in a relationship of two, quiet nights are true.

A drive down an empty, country road, music that soothes a painful soul,

Silence is never old, it may be a blessing or a curse for those alone.

Keith Garrett

IF NO SIGHT HAD I

Suddenly, so suddenly, my eyes, they could no longer see,

Where did everything go, what am I to become, I’m blind.

Darkness, only darkness can be my world now, to be afraid,

Never again a sunny day, the night visits me repeatedly.

If no sight had I there would be many new thoughts’ and adventures,

The wind I would hear as I did before, my Imagination would create.

Pictured scenes of what It was doing.

Music would still be heard although my mind could see the story

A song might tell with Its’ words’,

A television show now only to be heard, no picture book to go with.

A kiss could still be placed upon her lips’, no sight or sound do I need,

Feelings’ here are what will be needed and a little sense of touch.

If no sight had I, life would be just fine.

Keith Garrett

“THE RIDER”

He’ll ride In the morning, through the day travels the road,

High up on the hills a shadow beneath the clouds, he rides.

Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, he rides,

The snow falls as through the mountain passes he Is moving.

A man with no name, throughout the land maybe a glimpse,

He’s known only as the rider carrying whatever for hire.

This horse he rides with colors of solid black and white spots,

A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.

Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a mysterious appearance,

A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from weather, the rider.

Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be noticed In the stirrups,

This man of the land rides and rides just he and his faithful companion.

Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness of life,

He’s known as the rider, Into the night he rides.

Keith Garrett

FLOATING

I stand not on the ground but from where I am I can not stand,

From so far In the sky, I fly, fly without wings’ within the clouds’.

There’s no feeling above me as below, no solid ground to touch,

Living things’ of few roam this land, large as It seems neverending.

Down, down so fast but a feeling of weightlessness as If a feather,

Falling, falling from where I flew, where once this man stood.

Closer and closer I can with my eyes see life waiting for me,

Back to where I once stood, down from where I once stood.

For only minutes but what seems like forever a dream,

Floating, merely floating down, back to my reality.

Keith Garrett

DOES THE SKY DREAM?

The sky Is always night somewhere In our world,

Does It dream as It sleeps’ there where It rests’.

Awake as It does to the morning sunlight,

In another place, It goes to bed again for the night.

There are friends’ all around this wide open space,

That watch over each other In Its’ universe.

Does the sky dream,? always as It exists’,

What would It say If to us It spoke.?

Keith Garrett

“TOBY”

He was my friend, he would always know when I was near,

My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he would sound out.

Walking Into his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, he almost smiled,

Through the window, his eyes would find me, waited he did for me to see.

An excitement for this beautiful friend when I showed up to visit,

The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood, I loved him.

Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball or just sitting,

I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember anything at all.

To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.

Keith Garrett

I HAVE A NAME!

I am a man whom Is strong and feeling, I am,

When my road Is traveled’ then power Is felt.

Hopes and dreams’ keep me In stride, my dreams’,

Children have I by the number of three, yes these three.

Once there was a wife, then a woman loved by me,

She enters’ my world but not often enough, better than not.

Life puts In front of this soul many beautiful things’,

Stand alone do I as my search continues for her.

The sun rises which Is a wonderful gift to see,

Another day to wonder about dreams’ dreamed.

I have a name.

Keith Garrett

” TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER”

Today It Is that I awake to a new life, a new morning, this morning,

Yesterday doesn’t need me anymore, she holds’ no place In her heart.

Dreams’ die hard fore wishes are merely a fairy tale, make believe,

Float do I on a cloud of hope and prayer, seeing my world day to day.

Does tomorrow wait for me, If so, look forward to my visit I will,

Not yet written, what words’ does It have for me, does It hold for me a story.

Forever In this world I can’not be, I will fade away, a memory I must be,

Today, tomorrow, and forever, there will always be, a forever awaits me.

Keith Garrett