Outside on her deck, a slight sea breeze passes by,

Early morning before the sun is to bright, seagulls in flight.

An easel is in place, paints of many color are ready for fascinating displays,

When she paints the world comes alive with creations hard to describe.

All possibilities are in her hand, with every stroke from a brush she commands,

She lets herself go away, stepping into every scene, visiting places as if in a dream.

From where she stands there is in front of her a beautiful scene, a painting to be,

A sandy shore, the ocean that spreads far and wide, waves rolling, never stopping,

The sun in the sky, clouds drifting by, when she paints anything may come to life.

Keith Garrett

From your window at home, in the night sky do you see,

The stars that shine bright from heaven down to thee.

Do you imagine life in a beautiful place, can you see,

Can you hear what’s awake, the creatures of the night.

Do memories fill your pretty head with what is now gone,

A ghost walks your home from here until dawn.

When you’re working in your garden do you look around,

Do you remember me when i once walked the grounds.

Is there a song or a thought that sits in that heart,

When you’re alone do you ever think of me, do you feel.

When you’re alone then i am there, listen for my voice,

When you’re alone i am everywhere.

Keith Garrett

Much to young to vote, they could make a better choice,

Not yet ready to drive although they may be the better one.

Not yet of age to drink but then who really is the right age,

When you’re thirteen they call you a teenager, you’ve only aged.

No one likes thirty, fifty, or sixty five, at least you’re still alive,

Listen to the child as they are disregarded in their playful world.

They have much to say if you don’t shut them up and put them to bed,

Ideas come from their minds as words are spoken from lips not heard.

Until they are scarred and brain washed, full of hate and regret,

Until they are older they are not listened to, a child with a thought.

Listen to the child, pure thoughts of wisdom before they grow up,

Listen to the child, there’s more to lose than you know.

Keith Garrett

Dance, dance all around, this angel with grace so fine,

Pirouette to the musical sound, dance, dance for me.

Her beautiful Auburn hair moves with her motion,

Eyes sparkling bright in the soft evening lights.

Body and soul, dance, dance around the floor,

Your beauty is electrifying, i watch your Air, En L’.

You are an artist, Assemble do you with perfection,

I watch fore you are the dreaming dancer tonight.

You’re a dream as you Arabesque in silence,

Wear do you such a magical smile, dance for me.

Soubres lovely darling as you are from heaven,

Your Arque is of a special talent, the dreaming dancer.

Keith Garrett

LAST ONE ON EARTH

Always imagined did i a thought that i might be the last,

I would one morning awake to walk outside and not another.

My days would be as i describe, last one on the earth,

I wake up on this morning, i hear the birds outside my window.

Go about my daily rituals but something is different, find out soon,

Outside it’s unusually quiet, not the sound of a bus at the corner.

Children no more are on their way to school, cars are not heard,

A panic comes over me as i walk the street, over to the park.

Not a soul in sight, a little fright, did something happen during the night,

Stores empty, not a sound from the world, birds in the trees, all i see.

Last one on earth, this i must be, everything has stopped except for me,

Last one on earth, would i be free or a lonely prisoner in my own reality.?

Keith Garrett

From the middle sixties the doors were made,

Four long haired boys from Venice would show the way they could play.

The voice of this band with a moaning pain to his sound,

Was a genius as he sang the poetry that came from within.

A noise that groans from the instrument that he played,

The groups guitarist, still here today.

Great on the Organ, he played with a wail,

Back from a time when music was wild,

Ray Manzarek in heaven, back together with Jim.

Steady on the drums with a beat that goes on,

Their drummer was he, not yet has he gone.

Roaring out his songs with the magic of their music,

Dance on fire, break on through is what this man would say to you.

He sang his poetry with an unknown rage,

Intense and highly emotional is the impression he made.

A place once visited by this poet some use to know,

Many years from here, the whisky- a- Go-Go.

I won’t be around forever he would say,

Jim left the planet on a warm Summer day.

Jim Morrison, Robby Krieger, Ray Manzarek, John Densmore.

By Keith Garrett

Chubby Checker had the peppermint twist,

Chuck Berry sang out Maybelline.

Jerry Lee Lewis screaming, great balls of fire,

It was Buddy Holly and Peggy Sue.

Johnny Cash, his song walk the line,

Elvis Presley belting out Jailhouse Rock.

Rick Nelson was the Travelin’ man,

The big Bopper with his Chantilly Lace.

Richie Valenz yelling out La, Bamba,
Nancy Sinatra and a tune of boots.

petula Clark going downtown,

Patsy Cline singing softly with crazy.

Janis Joplin giving a piece of my heart,

Grace Slick chasing white rabbit.

The Beatles with Hey Jude,

Pat Boone echoing out April love,

Little Richard pounding out Long Tall Sally.

Jim Morrison feeling rider on the storm,

Jimmi Hendrix In a world of purple haze.

Robert Plant on his Stairway to Heaven,

Eric Clapton, After Midnight or Wonderful tonight,

Singers of a lost time, they come to mind.

Keith Garrett

Above from the wide open sky the sun shines ever so bright,

Will it warm our world always or one day say a farewell.?

What if the wind that we feel but can’not see goes away,

Will it again below across the hills and make the trees sway.

The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse in the sky,

Watching, always watching but for how long will it rise.?

The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that drift on by,

Will the drops take from the earth the thirst so as not to die.

See the animals run through the woods and across the plains,

Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.?

We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our hearts,

Search for the happiness that makes it all worth living.

There are things that may be never, things never lost,

Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.

Keith Garrett

Lost was i within the snowy landscape of the Alaskan wilderness,

Crashed did i my plane into the chilly waters, lucky to be alive.

Made my way from the water, freezing, a few items salvaged,

Matches sealed in a bag were at this moment my only friend.

Managed with a lot of work to get a small fire going under a tree,

Cold and alone i wondered what would become of me, tired am i.

Starting to drift into sleep, cracking of branches startled me,

When i looked up, appeared to my eyes fear, a bear silently standing there.

I couldn’t move, the bear just stared, turned and walked away,

This can’not be as it must be a dream, what does this mean.?

Sleep did visit me, when i awoke i was not scared, a fish lay at my feet,

In the distance the bear watched me, i cooked then ate, he walked away.

I noticed his path the same way, he roared out as if speaking to me,

I was not afraid as i followed him up the hill, he stared and then disappeared,

In front of me, over the hill sat a town alive with people, the bear.

Keith Garrett

In the evening light i know she is there in the crowded square,

Her face i can’not see although her beautiful hair dances in the breeze.

Maybe it’s been awhile but the scent in the air reminds me of her,

I make my way to where she stands, vanishes as never there.

From these eyes what do i see, turning around she approaches me,

You’ve been away, you’ve been gone for awhile, i dream of your smile.

I’ve listened so long for the sound of your voice, only the wind,

Where did you go when you went away, from these eyes i did not see.

You faded away into a memory, yet my darling you still exist,

There is in front of me two roads, one is of a better day.

She stares at me and wonders why i found her in this place,

From these eyes I’ve seen many things, from these eyes there is you.

We stand together in the dark of night seeking the right words to speak,

Wondering if together we’ll walk or lonely we go our own way.

Everyone’s gone, the moon rises full on a clear, Summers night,

From these eyes i watch you staring at me, staring at me.

Keith Garrett