WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE


 From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,


 A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the
 Rise.

 The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,


 Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams'.


 A place with no light, what might a man see with no 
 Sight,

 Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.


 What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,


 Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' who miss what 
 They see.




                         Keith Garrett                                                                      

                                                                                                        
               A SUMMER NIGHT



 When the sun goes down and the heat of day fades,



 A quiet visits the night, crickets are alive yet 
 Not in sight.


 Darkness has a certain feel to it, peaceful is my thought,



 While many living things drift off to sleep day begins 
 Too.


 Stars so bright hanging in stillness beyond what is sky,



 The moon shows its light,  high above it watches always,



 A Summer night has its own beauty till mornings light.


                     Keith Garrett

                 WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE


 Men are In charge of our world, Ignorance in suits,


 Like children they bicker, should be sent to their rooms,


 Bigger than a child who forgets to get a chore done.


 Could a child do a better job, evil they would not 
 Understand,

 Those who control power are playing with our lives.


 When worlds collide we fight over territory, who with 
 Bigger muscles,

 This be a dangerous situation as strength is a bad 
 motivation.

 God made this world, when did we decide that we were more 
 Powerful?

 With our childish minds we will destroy what has been 
 Created without care.

 Men stand with differences, agendas more important than 
 The end of the world,

 What we want more than money or fame, we want it all, 
 Destruction is coming to us all.

                                  Keith Garrett

                 FROM YESTERDAY


 Your voice was heard from yesterday,


 Echoing my friend, memories of a time and play.


 Where did you go, lost from my life,


 After thirty years, I heard you one night.


 We walked the streets side by side, you and I,


 Boys of mischief with dreams in our eyes.


 From me to you, a best friend listened to again,


 Once upon a Summer, barefoot in the wind.


 From yesterday I could hear the voice of a friend,


 Many miles into life, I hear once again.


 We can't get back those days gone by,


 The gift of a chance for a friend and I.


 Remember two boys from a long time ago,


 They walked the streets, today they still dream.


                        Keith Garrett

                                                                                               
             DAILY PLEASURES


 Wake to the morning, a cup of tea or coffee,


 Feeling the sun shine on a chilly, Fall morning.


 Something to eat as again hunger visits me,


 A shower, a hug from maybe someone you love.


 Feeling good as health is a precious gift to enjoy,


 A stroll down the street just my headphones and me.


 A breath of life from morning through the dark of night,


 Taken for granted at times, daily pleasures are so fine.


                             Keith Garrett

                WILL YOU LOSE YOUR FAITH?


 Life does not always go as we plan,

 Through lessons of hardship we wonder if God is mad.

 A loved one, a friend may be stricken with illness,

 Death may come to one you love, suddenly without warning.
  
 You yourself just might become blind, without legs,

 Suddenly just as the clock ticks life is altered.

 Will you lose your faith, will you be angry with God,

 Will you ask why this has been brought to my life not 
 Someone else.
 You would not wish pain and suffering for another,

 Although you may feel sorry for yourself it happens to 
 Others every day.
 You may lose your sight, a brother or sister may lose 
 Their life,
 As the world turns, as the sun rises and sets, we all 
 Grow a day older.
 Will you lose your faith, will you thank the lord for 
 The life he gave you,
 Will you be grateful for just being here today.


                          Keith Garrett

                   CANDLES IN THE SKY


 They've rested high, forever in the darkened sky,



 Seen in the night, billions float beyond our seeing eyes.



 Light up the night they do, a wick lit by fire not 
 Needed to glow,


 Bright Is the way If not Clouded by what may come this 
 Way.


 Candles In the night, not made of wax so they forever 
 Burn in our sight,

 Quiet In the dark, By morning's light there Is not, 
 Until night another spark.


 Hot Is the wax that melts, the light In the sky has not 
 Yet died,


 Candles In the night shine still bright, what dims, what 
 Does die?

                       Keith Garrett

              BETWEEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT


 The sun shines bright, it then fades into the 
 Dark of night,

 Just as the heart and soul of a human crawls from 
 The light into dark.

 To hide from the pain and sorrow of a tragic day, 
 Hide inside and go away,

 Try and forget in ways that at the time seem fine 
 To a broken mind.

 Trauma is a most unpleasant visitor as it has no 
 Sympathy or kindness,

 Steals from one the smile and sometimes brings much 
 Fear, Forever scars.

 Falling, a deep hole in which a soul believes no escape,  
 Hurting the self appears the way,


 A path of destruction with no turning back, but wait!, 
 There is surely a chance.

 You found your way lost, between darkness and light, 
 You must fight to make it back,

 Something has happened that ripped you apart, not fair 
 But it was God's will.

 He knew you would fall, your test would be to find your 
 Way back from the darkness,

 You climbed out of that hole and with his hand you also 
 Found your way back to the light.

 Today holds a piece of yesterday, forever a thought, life  
 Does move ahead, Another day.
                            Keith Garrett

                     SHADOW ON A CURB

 A boy I remember once sat on a curb,


 On a warm, sunny, day over forty years ago I say.


 Listening to the airplanes going by, fly so high,


 Hands rested on his face, a street and a place far away.


 He would stare from where he sat, a thinking child,


 I remember him well when he lost that smile.


 A car that no longer moved, the life in it lost,


 Now the memory of a man who sat at the wheel.


 A place and a street that exists till this day,


 A curb where once a boy no more dreamed and played.


 What has faded now is a man and a car,


 A boy whose aged more than a father who at one time


 Carried him on his shoulders.


 Now from the trees, only a shadow on a curb you'll see,


 A memory of a boy who sat and stared at a car driven


 by a father whom he can no longer see.


                Keith Garrett

                     WHILE WE SLUMBER


 In the dark of night, quiet, all things sit still,


 Do they, while we slumber is all quiet and still.


 What goes on while we dream, Is the house the same,


 Are we safe with our eyes closed, does something watch.


 What noises, creeks, or anything live within the silence,


 When we're asleep what is it we do not see, things of 
 Every day.

 The doors do not move just as the chairs remain in place,


 We might think the house comes to life in our wondering 
 Minds.

 How can we truly know while we slumber the happenings 
 Around us,

 Fore we must sleep or forever dream with one eye open 
 To the darkness.

 While we slumber, we should not fear or have to wonder.

                                    Keith Garrett