THESE DREAMING EYES


  The sun that shines, is seen in the sky,


  The sky, the clouds, are not a surprise.


  We see the wind with a feel, when what is
  Moved is seen,

  All that is seen, is to our eyes a reality.


  These dreaming eyes can see, what is not 
  Yet to be,

  What is a possibility, what may never be, 
  Things I hope will be.

  All that I ever wanted, or want, is dreamed,


  These dreaming eyes seek out, and watch for 
  A better world

  That can be,


  I watch for a better me.

           Keith Garrett

               EXPRESSIONS SPEAK LOUD


  Without words, communication without sound,


  A look from ones' face is all that it takes.


  Eyebrows raised, A sneer or a stare,


  Smiles from those who pass by, a wink from 
  One who dares.
    
 Stick out your tongue, laughter in the air,


  A sigh or tears, many faces of fear.


  A nod from a head, a shake from side to side,


  One who spits, stories from a face.


  Expressions speak loud, a gesture with a finger,


  Body movements of plenty, what are they saying?


  A glare, a frown, words without sound,


  So many ways to understand the crowd.

    Keith Garrett

                   WHEN I'M OLD


  Walking on the beach, young with many dreams,


  Hand in hand, alive at sixteen.


  School dances, a roller rink where we skated,


  At parties we saw each other, a long time ago.


  Showed up at your house, honking a horn,


  A father came to greet me, his hand on the door.


  Just a boy as a young girl were you,


  Some years ago, in a town we both knew.


  More than forty years later, again we walk together,


  We still have our dreama, hand in hand, not sixteen.


  Maybe some aches and pains, scars that remain,


  Your hair changes color, less for me remains.


  We once were children, at times a little childish we 
  Seemed,

  When I'm old, will you still see in me the same?


  Will you walk with me, hand in hand,


  Back on that beach, as the sun slowly sets.

       Keith Garrett

                     SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS


  Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall 
  Aging trees,
  Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

  A different kind of world, quiet, except for 
  The creatures that be,
  A woman so aged, seems that she'd been 
  Here for eternity.
  So far below that which grows, the falling rain 
  Can barely touch,
  In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

  Only sounds of the woods, kept her company,

  In a dark, lost existence, she lived to be so old,

  Not of loneliness.

  Many things did she, to occupy her moments, of 
  A ife meant to be,
  Never a face shown to her, only memories of 
  Childhood dreams.
  She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

  An old, old woman, gone and not missed but
  Who was she?

                          Keith Garrett 

                   IN THE DARK OF NIGHT


   As the moon rises, darkness falls,


   A full moon so bright, what's out there in the dark?


   They awake, Life that wanders after daylight,


   In the hills, among the trees, they can see.


   The wolf howls, its shadow rests in the moonlight,


   Hunger in its thoughts, searches in the dark.


   An owl can fly, it sits in a tree,


   Keeps watch from up high, everywhere nature is alive.


   The Coyote marches on, preying on what is not strong,


   There's a battle for survival, this circle of life.


   In the dark of night, they work until Dawns early light,


   That which hunts, the strong will survive, in the dark 
  Of night.
         Keith Garrett

                       I AM HERE


  I am here, always I am here, though you do not see,


  With you I stay, axxompany you each and every day.


  You go nowhere without me, we are one,


  I feel as you feel, I am here.


  I am here when the day is done,


  I am with you with the rising sun.


  Your pain or sorrow, laughter or happiness,


  It is shared between us, one day we will part.


  I can not be seen, within you I dwell,


  I am who you are, mind, spirit, and soul.

            Keith Garrett

                     TO SIT IN THE SAND


  By myself, with the wind in my face,


  Watching out, towards the horizon, I sit in 
  The sand.

  Above, only sky that has no ending to my eyes,


  Birds that fly, drift silently on by.


  The waves are a sight, crashing on the beach,


  Who would be the man who sat here once, and 
  Dared to dream.

  To sit in the sand, warm, to the touch of my feet,


  Thoughts fill my wandering mind, what things do 
  All of this teach.

  To sit in the sand, peaceful is where I am,


  Memories of times, all that I did in life, felt from inside.

        Keith Garrett

                     THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN


  Many lifetimes ago, there lived a youthful man,


  He worked hard, he did all that a man can.


  On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,


  Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.


  A simple man, who worked hard on his land,


  Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.


  He had a wife with a pretty smile, 


  She was there when the day was done,


  As he walked in from the setting sun.


  Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,


  A warm fire and some conversation, till sleep set 
  In their eyes.

  Children were grown, an adventure of their own,


  A mother, a father, in a home now alone.


  There once was a man, who loved all that he had.


                            Keith Garrett 

                 LISTEN TO THE WIND

  The wind has millions of years, of echoing sounds,

  An invisible entity that's been always spinning around.

  What it knows, that which it has seen is unbelievable,

  The wind has whistled through many a war,

  It has touched the falling rain in all places.

  The wind has given power, and force to the sea,

  It will be here when we drift off in heaven to be.

  Listen to the wind, as it speaks from the beginning 
  Of time,

  It knows where it has been, and it will travel into eternity.

                       Keith Garrett

                       WATCH THE WIND   


 The trees dance and sing, they speak, 


  Swaying back and forth, up above.


  Leaves, and many material things are swept


  Away, through the streets,


  See the windows shake to what moves.


  Grass is like a flowing wave,


  There's a presence that moves.


  The sea crashes against the rocks,


  It's a force that drives its course.


  There lies within the eyes, a picture,


  From all that it does, a form exists,


  Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the wind.

          Keith Garrett