KEEPER OF THE LIGHT


 Up In the air, he spreads' his wings,


 He stretches to the heavens' and sees many things.


 This God of the sun, keeper of the light,


 Soars In the sky on an eternal flight.


 So peaceful Is he, away up so high,


 Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.


 Keeper of the light, what do you see,


 Beyond the sun, a mystery to me?


 Through the wind you travel round and round,


 Watching over this star, from you there's no sound.


 I can only Imagine, you're a spectacular sight,


 Fly way up high, keeper of the light.


                    Keith Garrett

                  WORDS AND MUSIC


 A simple word, formed with others to create 
 Conversation,

 A tune heard passing by, music echoing in the 
 Dark of night.

 Words are every day, not heard from a deaf 
 Man's ears,

 Music is everywhere, there is nothing dangerous 
 To fear.

 Words can be scary, angry , sad, blue, words that 
 Are true,

 Music can take you far away beyond your same 
 Repeated day.

 Words and music, together become a beautiful song, 
 A story loved,
 An on going love affair, nothing has to go away or 
 Ever end.
                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                           
                        WOUNDS OF TIME


 Innocence and pure, the new born child,



 Day by day what's taught and learned.



 With an eye that which is witnessed,



 An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.



 Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and
 Change,


 Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that  
 Torment The mind.


 Like scars, lessons that make us strong,



 Wounds of time sometimes alter a clean mind.



 Can't is only a word, failure learned from weakness,



 Our minds and bodies see battles over time,



 Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.


                         Keith Garrett

                       "WITHOUT ME"

 You go home alone, pull Into the driveway 
 And stare,
 The house Is there and the dog Is barking, 
 Calling your name.
 The cat says hello as the evening sun drops 
 Behind the clouds,
 Windy Is the theme as Winter slowly drifts off
 Into sleep.
 Spring dreams all that Is possible, from their 
 Slumber they see,
 Rise up friends' of nature and listen to the sounds
 That are life.
 Through many windows are scenes of the past and 
 The present,
 Do you see me In one of those glass shaped memories, 
 Do you?
 Once wood taken and placed Into a brick layered dream 
 Of warmth,
 Dinner cooking on the stove as we watched the night 
 Vanish.
 Those you love rotate In a circle In and out of your 
 Home,
 They come running, they always come running back to you.

 Shadows appear everywhere, on your walls, memories 
 of days,
 Walk around the pool, sit In a chair do I and wonder 
 Who I am.
 Not a secret by any means, a truth of love for 
 Another's heart,
 Where did you go, why did you fly away so high, 
 Without me?
 I was given a smile, your touch upon my skin, your 
 Touch,
 We felt each other, flesh to flesh from the outside In,
 Listen,
 Without you Is me, without you Is beauty not seen, 
 Without you,
 Without me Is you.

                                                                                       Keith Garrett 

                        STRENGTH


 The lion Is strong and fearless as he roams' 
 The jungle,

 It Is known that he Is there, his crown Invisible, 
 But seen.


 There Is strength In a man whom stands' up for what 
 He believes,


 He Is strong and powerful with words' of knowledge or 
 Silence.


 Doing what Is hardest, doing what scares one but must 
 Be done,


 Facing ones' self In the mirror and admitting he has 
 Faults.


 Strength Is letting your emotions' show but kept In 
 Control,


 Knowing Inside there's a man although vulnerable.



 I am a man, I have strength.



                               Keith Garrett

                    A WAND OF MAGIC

 In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,


 Not even a word and crime would disappear.


I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,


 Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.


 Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,


 The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.


 I could run fast or jump high,


 A tear would be one less for all of mankind.


 The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,


 With a wave from my hand, this would end.


 A wand of magic need not be that of evil,


 For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.


 A wand of magic is not to be real,


 We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

               Keith Garrett                                                     

                       DREAMS'


 Dreams,' like the hopes and wishes that rest 
 In our hearts,

 Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, 
 Like you.

 Dreams' are a look Into the future of our wanting 
 Thoughts,

 Reasons' and seasons' for them to be or be not.


 Dreams' may bring love to a heart so lonely and 
 Of care,

 What Is a dream If never with another shared.


 I dream of one day when a dreamers' heart finds mine,


 We'll walk as one but two different lives.


                         Keith Garrett

                   DOES THE SKY DREAM?


 The sky Is always night somewhere In our world,


 Does It dream as It sleeps, there where It rests?


 Awake as It does to the morning sunlight,


 In another place, It goes to bed again for the night.


 There are friends' all around this wide open space,


 That watch over each other In Its' universe.


 Does the sky dream, always as It exists,


 What would It say If to us It spoke?


                  Keith Garrett                

                                                                                                 
           AND THEN THERE WERE NONE



 A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,



 Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.



                                                                                    Inventors of destruction, builders of a  force,



 The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.



                                                                                        Which side are we on, who is on our side,



 Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die?



 And then there were none, not much left to say,



 Put the bombs away, we may have another day.


                        Keith Garrett

                  AND YET I HOPE


 I want to say hello to you and take your 
 Hand in mine,

 And whisper that in every way I think you 
 Are divine.

 But always you are out of reach as much as 
 Any star,

 And always I must sigh for you and worship from afar.


 And always I must dream of you and wish the day 
 Would be,

 When we would be together and you would belong to me.


 I know that time may never come and yet I hope and pray,


 That I may kiss your loving lips and I may hear you say.


 That we will share the weeks and months and all the years
 In store,

 And you will be my sweetheart and my love for evermore.


               Leon Russell Garrett

                    My father.