IN THE LIGHT

Fully having faith Is to believe that you know no matter what happens,

To find out that you are dying and may suffer through It all or go quickly

That there Is a better place, you will not ever again be In pain or sad.

You will not lay In a dark box alone with no breath afraid forever,

When you die what happens If you choose to stay, not want to go away.?

In the light, Is that where we are supposed to go, how will we know,?

What’s there In the light, Is It a path to the creator of all life.?

In the light will we see a spectacular sight, will there be family waiting,

In the light things are not known until It be our time to go.

When It’s time, with faith you’ll walk In the light without fright.

Keith Garrett

IN THE EVENING

Darkness falls, the sun drifts off to sleep in this part of the land,

Dinner is served as hunger rests in my stomach and mind.

I’m tired as this is my time to relax and enjoy shows of the night,

Comedy is my friend as I forget the hardship and worldly problems.

A candle glowing on a table is a peaceful sight in this room with soft light,

The crickets can be heard from the yard in the evening quiet.

Slowly fading into a beautiful dream state on the couch with a drink,

The blinds are closed and the door opened as the lights are turned out.

A snack and thoughts of the coming days and all that may be are dreamed,

In the evening I can lay in the dark, close my eyes and drift off to different sounds.

In the evening I am at peace as the dark, quiet, world soothes my never ending soul.

Keith Garrett

IN THE DARK OF NIGHT

I can hear the neighbor’s child cry, what’s going on in a house nearby,?

A walk with their dog does a couple that hopes for peace in the clear night.

The moon so full is a light that guides those in need through the night,

Animals that come to life in the dark are seldom seen with the human eye.

In the dark of night who is it that wanders with no conscience inside,

Porch lights are everywhere warning that there are those watching tonight.

Warm air turns to cool as sitting on a bench in my yard is a beautiful thought,

In the dark of night, there may be fright, happiness, or delight.

A quiet peaceful, experience as within the dark is but a soft light,

In the dark of night, there is much to discover if alone or with another.

Keith Garrett

IN SEARCH OF

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,

Seagull soaring up so high, through the earth’ window.

Freedom to wander, to 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

IN

IN MY DYING TIMES

Whispering words into the wind, there’s nobody listening,

Alone again finding a place where I might belong in time.

I am a spirit, I am this body and soul seeking my understanding,

Many times I have died but never enough to make it to the other side.

Lost emotionally, my heart taken away but never physically beaten,

Cried have I over the death of many things loved and now gone.

Die do we slowly in many different ways, do we have to cry,

In my dying times, I’ve risen up from the pain of rejection.

The feel of hurt to my flesh and bones is no sorrow for me,

My inner being can only withstand so much more agony.

My emotions written down, taken from within this shell,

This heart heals as I rid myself of these tears, dirty tears.

In my dying times remembered always in my mind,

Learn the secret of your own happiness, learn to live.

Like every season in which death is a constant reality,

All forms of life disappear, they vanish into another time.

In my dying times, I live on, in my dying times, I have grown.

Keith Garrett

IN ME A HOSTAGE

Free to go away, free to fly away but I stay,

Unlock this prison, it’s safe to walk outside.

Sentenced was I by this man in a mirror,

Hold on tight as through the night chained as I sleep.

A crime of love, guilty and my choice clearly seen,

Scars it carries, in me a hostage clinging to yesterday.

To the ground I fell like a broken doll, crumbled,

A gun to myself pointed, not knowing it was empty.

Behind bars for no reason, put there by a jury of one,

No judge sitting up high, only myself reading the verdict.

I held myself prisoner for many months as the keys sat before me,

With eyes opened I grabbed those keys and let a man free, walk.

Keith Garrett

IN HIS ROCKING CHAIR

He sees the day, on his porch the world is his scenery,

The shows are always different, nothing stays the same.

Every day he rests his weary soul in his special place,

A lifetime of family and friends but slowly they vanish.

If you pass him by then not a care might you have,

He’s not just an old man, a mother’s son, once a young man.

In his rocking chair, he can go back in time, yesterday in his mind,

He watches the boy running with his friends, an old man at day’s end.

He has had quite a life as the value of his being does not fade with the days,

His time here has aged him just as it does every mortal being.

Don’t be fooled while this man with a name sits in his rocking chair,

He has much to say from a mouth, eyes that have watched many seasons,

In his rocking chair he sits taking in the day, he sees the sun going down.

Keith Garrett

IN A PERFECT WORLD

There would be no crime, no hurt filled minds,

Not a broken heart, no sorrowful cries.

No reason to say goodbye if no one went away or died,

Trash on the ground would not be found.

No hungry souls, no suffering for the old,

Prejudice and hate would not look you in the eyes.

No thought of murder, no wounds of war,

Not a lie from a tongue that causes pain,

Emotional scars would never be claimed.

In a perfect world, there would be no fear,

Not a poisoned word heard from an ear,

In a perfect world, heaven is the word.

Keith Garrett

IN A DREAM

I saw you wandering in a dream,

In the dark, quiet, as you searched.

Not a word spoken from your lips,

What do you seek haunted one.?

I can’t find my way home as each night I roam,

It is you who see me wandering in a dream.

What do you search for asking one,

You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.

Now tell me wanderer who is the dreamer and who’s in the dream,

Is it only I and are you the dream?

You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted?

Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping one.

What is it that you seek, why can’t you find your own way home?

I do not know as sometimes I am in the dark and quiet.

Keith Garrett

IN A BLACK CAR DRIVING

Dressed up In black, not too loud, driving down the road,

Music In my head, the boss sings’ out a tune, I’m driving.

Sunglasses to match this beautiful machine of black,

Eyes wandering, scenery passing by as I ride, dreaming.

In a black car driving, I’m moving down the road to you,

In a black car driving, eyes fixed on the horizon, driving.

With the window down I can feel the wind, listen to the sound,

My dreaming mind takes me to you, the way to you Is complicated.

Down the road, as you are not so far away, just a touch away,

A smile shows through on your face, every day this way.

Keith Garrett