LAND ACROSS THE SEA

Make your way across the water, across the sea,

Let the flowing ocean that surrounds us take you.

On a journey under the earth night sky to a land,

On the water, it rests, hills of grassy green, a place.

See this lady they call Ireland, land across the sea,

Beautiful sounds of music from there, take a journey.

Keith Garrett

A WORLD OF PANIC

A virus, fear sets in and causes the mind, distress,

Is it all so innocent or did someone set hell upon us?

Panic is a most powerful weapon for or against us all,

See do we things in a horrifying way, the enemy is we.

The battle begins, man against man, woman against woman,

Children are the innocent, protected by the selfish teaching parents.

Rage and greed walk the streets, scared of what attacks us with invisibility,

Mankind stands not as one but one on one against each other.

Watch as they fight in the stores, angry looks with love no more,

Everyone for themselves, take as much as you can, elderly stands no chance.

Push and shove, the strong win over weak and young, entitled am I,

Remember who you are, you forgot who you are, human beings with hearts.

Keith Garett

A SAD SITUATION

A little bit different, a lonely child was she,

Her mother so out of touch, a young girl’s misery.

Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,

She did not fit in at school, something else about her.

They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger grew,

A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.

The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end,

So different was she, this child no more to be.

Keith Garrett

CELTIC SOUNDS

Irish music from a faraway land,

Mystical tunes, into my mind they are heard.

Soothing to the soul, these words listened too,

Closing my eyes, drifting into a dream state of peace.

These voices of angels singing so soft,

Echoes into your thoughts feelings of at ease.

Instruments of sound like a symphony of happiness,

Something of a heavenly miracle.

Celtic sounds from long ago,

Live on, and on like spirits in the wind.

Keith Garrett

IT HAS BEEN A YEAR, MOM

Time really does fly, mom, It has been a year,

It was a short time ago that we spoke on the phone.

Where did you go, life goes on here while you are away,

I miss you, You had a life, full of love and strife.

How can it be that you are gone, you were always mom,

How does a little girl grow old and disappear, are you near?

Is it possible that you can forget, do you know of us in your new world,

We do and always will think of and remember you, you are mom.

It has been a year, mom, all that you were has scattered to the universe,

Remember me as I will surely never forget you, you were my mom.

Keith Garrett

SILENCE

In the dark of night, listening to your thoughts,

A peaceful breeze traveling through standing trees.

Thunder from the sky echoes around the silence of a sleeping child,

Peace and quiet are observed in a dream surrounded by the world’s noise.

Silence may live within a sorrowful man, a silent cry from one without words,

Communication lacking in a relationship of two, quiet nights are true.

A drive down an empty, country road, music that soothes a painful soul,

Silence is never old, it may be a blessing or a curse for those alone.

Keith Garrett

IF NO SIGHT HAD I

Suddenly, so suddenly, my eyes, they could no longer see,

Where did everything go, what am I to become, I’m blind.

Darkness, only darkness can be my world now, to be afraid,

Never again a sunny day, the night visits me repeatedly.

If no sight had I there would be many new thoughts’ and adventures,

The wind I would hear as I did before, my Imagination would create.

Pictured scenes of what It was doing.

Music would still be heard although my mind could see the story

A song might tell with Its’ words’,

A television show now only to be heard, no picture book to go with.

A kiss could still be placed upon her lips’, no sight or sound do I need,

Feelings’ here are what will be needed and a little sense of touch.

If no sight had I, life would be just fine.

Keith Garrett

“THE RIDER”

He’ll ride In the morning, through the day travels the road,

High up on the hills a shadow beneath the clouds, he rides.

Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, he rides,

The snow falls as through the mountain passes he Is moving.

A man with no name, throughout the land maybe a glimpse,

He’s known only as the rider carrying whatever for hire.

This horse he rides with colors of solid black and white spots,

A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.

Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a mysterious appearance,

A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from weather, the rider.

Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be noticed In the stirrups,

This man of the land rides and rides just he and his faithful companion.

Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness of life,

He’s known as the rider, Into the night he rides.

Keith Garrett

FLOATING

I stand not on the ground but from where I am I can not stand,

From so far In the sky, I fly, fly without wings’ within the clouds’.

There’s no feeling above me as below, no solid ground to touch,

Living things’ of few roam this land, large as It seems neverending.

Down, down so fast but a feeling of weightlessness as If a feather,

Falling, falling from where I flew, where once this man stood.

Closer and closer I can with my eyes see life waiting for me,

Back to where I once stood, down from where I once stood.

For only minutes but what seems like forever a dream,

Floating, merely floating down, back to my reality.

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