UNSEEN


   I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,


  In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of 
  Your day,


  I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,



   I push through the trees, perhaps awake you 
  From a dream.



  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I 
  Was born,



  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                        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

                          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

                         ALL ALONE TONIGHT

  I pulled up in the driveway, there weren't any 
  Lights on,
  Stepped out from the car as the dog was barking
  Loud.
  I caught a glimpse of a full moon rising high in 
  The night,
  Took my keys from my pocket, unlocked and 
  Opened the door.
  Flipped on the light, before into my house I
  Did step,
  Is anyone home, no answer would I get.

  To the back door I went to let the noisy dog in,

  Wagging his tail and licking my chin.

   I turned on the t.v. and put on a favorite show,

   Made myself a strong drink, there's nobody home.    

  A bag of chips and a sandwich, no wife or sign of 
  Any kids,
   It's been such a long day, maybe they all ran away.

  Up the stairs I went to make sure this wasn't a joke,

  The rooms were empty, no consideration, not even 
  A note.
  I fed the dog, I put out the trash, no respect for the 
  Things I give,
   Should I be concerned that they're nowhere to be 
   Found,
  If they don't care how I feel then my drink and I will 
  Relax on the couch.
  All alone tonight, not a family in sight, a dog is faithful 
  At my side,
   Peaceful and quiet, another drink and i'm feeling alright, 
  Not a bad night.
   I suppose I should now worry with no word as it's 
  Getting kind of late,
  One more drink and perhaps I'll call the police, maybe 
  Just go to sleep,
  The phone just rang, they went to the movies, what a family 
  As they had no care for me.
                          Keith Garrett

                                ALONE IN THE DARK


  Everyone Is gone, I look around, silence Is the sound,                


  Where did they go, I do not know, I am somehow alone.


  A campsite of darkness Is a fun and peaceful place,


  A warm fire, friends, and laughter will liven up the night.


  What a difference It makes when you're alone In the dark,


  The lonely quiet that accompany's a fear that something 
  Is there.

  There are two parts, different views on being alone In 
  The dark,

  Peace and time by yourself to breathe and think can be great.


  Wondering what's a danger or the silent dark that scares a man,


  Fear of the unknown, afraid of being alone, alone In the dark.


                                Keith Garrett  

                       AN ANGRY MAN


  Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he's angry,      


  That which he can not control, bothers him so.    


  Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what 
  It's about,

  Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry 
  Man knows.

  Feeling at times, the universe has let him down, 
  The fire rages,

  Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there's 
  No place to run.

  He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of 
  Vengeance stir,

  Get even is one of many stories made from a man's 
  Angry mind.

  An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking 
  Is altered,

  Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do 
  It right?

  He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a 
  Smart plan,

  An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find 
  His peace?
                    Keith Garrett

                      ACROSS THE SKY


  I soar through the air, up In the wide open sky,



  Just myself and some wings', we fly and fly.



  So peaceful up here, quiet without many a sound,



  Feel like I'm flying to the sun, far from the ground.



  Clouds' are floating to nowhere that I can see,



  A never ending flight, just the sky and me.



   Looking down Is another world, not like here,



   Across the sky, not crowded with fear.


                              Keith Garrett                

               A WORLD OF TIME


   From the hands of time to the international 
  Dateline,

  We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass 
  Is our sand of time.

  Wrist watches, stop watches, twelve months in a year,


  Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.


  Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to 
  Live and play,

  Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.


   We work about eight hours with what we do,


   Forty hours a week, we're never through.


   Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,


   Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.


   Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,


   Not enough time to stay young, awake and start 
  The clock,

  A world of time, always on the mind.


                      Keith Garrett

                                  ADRIFT AT SEA


  No memory have i of how this came to be,


  Lost and alone, just me and the sea.


  Day after day, across endless water,


  Above only the sky and the seagulls that fly.


  Get by do i with only little water and food,


  Maybe a hope and a prayer that it may get me 
  Through.

  In the distance, perhaps a dolphin or whale,


  My imagination is running wild.


  Thinking of what's below me scares me some,


  Loneliness is worse fore nobody listens.


  A dream am I having or my personal hell,


  Until the end of this, i'll not be able to tell.


  Up ahead, what is it that I see,


 My hope and prayer is answered to me,


  No longer will I be, adrift at sea.

                               Keith Garrett                                             

                   A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE


   Amesbury, Massachusetts, a time long ago,


  You were once so full of life, a young woman 
  With dreams.

  Seasons of four, between  warm Summer months 
  And the snow,

  Your lovely smile, energy as only a young person 
  Would know.

  A time before there were no children, a teen of 
  The fifties,

  Rock 'N roll, Chuck Berry and Elvis, drive-in movies, 
  A young love.

  Who watched you run under the Summer sun, with 
  Whom did you run?

  What was it like to be only seventeen, dancing within 
 ? A dream

  Out on a Saturday night, convertible cars, a hamburger 
  Under the stars,

  Did the boys chase you as you would run with such a giggle, 
  Was this you?

  Your name was Barbara Jean, friends and high school back 
  In the fifties,

  A piece of your life, before you became a mother and a wife, 
  Your life.
                            Keith Garrett