She has a smile of soft Innocence, she reads, sits does she,

            Hair so light that it hides in the shade, what do her eyes say.?

           A voice i hear each morning as its sound is of a beautiful song,

      This beauty goes by a name of mystery to a stranger, a face she sees.

        Sometimes by herself, alone dreams of wishes known only to her,

          Together with a friend laughing about moments in life, friends.

    This nameless face of beauty rests in a chair but so much living ahead,

    From the past there were faces, expressions like the ones she possesses.

    I am a man of many thoughts, tell to me your story and i will hear you.

               Keith Garrett 

You were standing by your mama, you were just a little girl,

Backwards the wind takes my thoughts into what you as a

   Small child could be, a little girl named Barbara Jean.

In you still lives this dreaming young spirit that flew forward,

The wind and time has carried you, such a wonderful mother

Here to where you still wander and dream, you Barbara Jean.

You are just days older, everyday one day older than yesterday,

Stand you still do as always your mama watches over you.

Not there was i for each of your childish birthdays, no not yet,

For all the ones you would celebrate would bring us together sooner.

I believe in my wishes and dreams that you are younger than yesterday,

With much love from a son whom says thank you to a girl named Barbara Jean.

For you mom,

Keith                                                                       Keith Garrett

In flight, searching for hope of a better today,

Into the sun, across the wide open ocean below.

The sky has many colors today, look to the sky,

A seagull soaring up so high, through the earths window.

                Freedom to wander, too fly, why can’t i fly up so high,

               Everything is seeking in search of answers of their own. 

As a bird in flight, a man walks the road,

In search of his own Independence of where he belongs.

Keep searching.

Keith Garrett

               I write poetry and stories, If you would like to respond or just

               Speak about things then e-mail me at keithkungfutwo@gmail.com

                    Keith

I saw you in the morning, slept with me you did last night,

A tear in your eye but you did not cry, a time for goodbye.

The sun was shining bright, i saw you last night beneath a full moons light,

The bed has cob webs, only a trace of where once a smile rested beside me.

Love was as i once loved, forever was today and tomorrow never knew,

Where did you go Mathilda,? where are you now, why did you forget.

A cool breeze visits an open window, the stars hide within the searching clouds,

I saw you last night as i drifted beyond a dream, when i awoke, there was only me.

Where did you go Mathilda,? why did you go away, where did you go Mathilda.?

Why was it you could not stay.

Keith Garrett

                   Take a journey, come take a journey, a magical flight,

Sweetheart, It’s just you and i up in the sky, drifting.

Above the world wherever the wind may decide,

We take our ride, we fly, and fly under the stars of the night.

Together the light of a full moon is watched as we see each other,

Floating endlessly to where we ride, across the mysterious night.

The air is cold but there is you and i to warm this time, you and i,

Heaven is visible as it is clear up so high, up so high, you and i.

Through the air we ride and fly, soaring together side by side.

Keith Garrett

In a world I can’not Imagine is where she lives,

Beautiful, dressed in a costume of unusual thought.

Around her exists things of created Imagination,

From a dream of futuristic worlds discovered.

She is unknown, a name of secrecy to all beings,

A vision of a warrior princess among a land of certain fantasy.

A way of life not known or understood by humans of this world,

She dreams, she lives in a fantasy world.

Keith Garrett

From my beginning I’ve sat and watched you,

Up so high beyond what is blue.

I’m always here but you can’t always see,

Perhaps clouds cover your view of beautiful me.

If my lights are turned on you might see my smile,

On a dark, clear, night i’ll be up for awhile.

As you awake in the morning i’ll be asleep,

Another time is when we’ll meet.

Keith Garrett

There are in me things I want not there,

Feelings of pain and anger taken away with the wind, up through the air.

Letting others take from me the happiness inside,

Just because of the words and opinions they choose not to hide.

My will is strong, my heart is filled with care,

At times i forget that these things are in me somewhere.

The hope in me for each day too be better than before,

No giving up do I fore my strength Inside holds open life’s door.

Those whom i love are kept at arms length,

A slight chance there may be for them to hurt me you see.

My mind holds many a thought, from my lips come out strong,

A change i must make now to get along.

Things in me i hold so dear,

The one i love most knows not my fear.

Keith Garrett

                                  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