IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON

          IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON


 From up so high beyond what Is sky, what I 
 Might see,

 Below motionless oceans, a creation of what 
 Was dreamed.

 The universe from all around, before these 
 Amazed eyes,

 From where I stand the earth could sit In my hand,
 Visualize.

 If I could stand on the moon then the stars I 
 Might touch,

 A comet speeding on by, a ride on It perhaps In
 My mind.

 Darkness stays here with me as I am In a far off land,


 What lives up here all dances In rhythm like a quiet 
 Song.

 Run I could not but float like a balloon would be 
 This man,

 If I could stand on the moon then I would be on top 
 Of the world.

                    Keith Garrett

IF NO SIGHT HAD I

              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 
 Senxe of touch.

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


              Keith Garrett 

ABOVE THE WAVE

              ABOVE THE WAVE


 Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, 
 It rolls in,

 They all come to watch, they come to ride the 
 Wild surf.

 For the true surfer It comes from within, at one 
 With the wave,

 Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide 
 Across the water.

 From Australia, the split, surfers' paradise, they 
 Battle the rolling storm,

 To Hawaii, waimea Bay, North Shore, Pipeline, or  
 Hanalei Bay, the wave.

 Above the wave where dreams' are made, surf the open 
 Water way,

 Around the world beyond the shores of Peru, to New 
 Zealand, Ride.

 Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,


 Touch the water and listen to the sound of the crashing 
 waves.

                  Keith Garrett

ALWAYS A SHADOW

                                                                                                          
            ALWAYS A SHADOW



                                                                                     
 The sun comes up and the sun goes down,


                                                                            
 They're everywhere and always, make not a sound.


                                                                                    
 Shadows from clouds cast upon the ground,


                                                                                     
 As the sun goes down, shadows all around.


 Shadows upon the mountains in the early morning light,


 In the early evening, shadows that hide as darkness 
 Is in sight.

 Always a shadow, shapes and sizes stretched out across 
 The land,

 Shadows of figures, like ghosts, phantoms here and there.


 Always a shadow, we carry this with every step we take,


 Always a shadow even with the light still upon our face.

                   Keith Garrett

AND THEN THERE WERE NONE

                                                                                                 
           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

TO OUR OWN TUNE, WE WILL DANCE

                  TO OUR OWN TUNE,

                   bWE WILL DANCE


 Different we are from one another,


 The things' we do different make us like no 
 Other.

 Some of us move with an unusual step,


 Or others' may talk high pitched or deep voice.


 A person may think of the same thing unlike a 
 Stranger or friend,

 None are the same, we may wonder why till the end.


 Why we see through our eyes In our own way,


 Makes each one special every day.


 Dance we will to our own tune.


                 Keith Garrett

ELLEN DOESN’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE

          ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE


 I think of how she liked to run through A 
 field of flowers,

 A smile so bright, as if not a care in her world,
 Memories.

 We swam in the lake, laughing under the hot Summer 
 Sun,

 Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings, playing 
 Along the way.

 She went away, such a sad day as my friend went 
 Far away,

 I still see her running through that field with her 
 Snile so bright.

 If I listen on quiet nights I hear her splashing in  
 The water, her laugh,

 I walk to school in the morning wondering if she is by 
 My side or near.

 I get tears because Ellen doesn't live here anymore.

                Keith Garrett

RENDEZVOUS

                   RENDEZVOUS


 Love taken for granted, desire and temptation 
 So sinful,

 A smile, a glance from a stranger not yet known, 
 Danger looms.

 One who has everything yet nothing at all, cries 
 Inside,

 Another who seeks' the attention, In return attention 
 Finds.

 Two smiles, two different hearts' wanting adventure 
 Without thought,

 A soul with nothing to lose but will lose, she who 
 Chances to throw it all away.

 Rendezvous, secretly meeting, passion destroys' many 
 Hearts in a circle,

 Pieces of a life scattered, only a misguided feeling 
 From being forever shattered.    


 A body that sins' as another who loves lets out tears' 
 Of forgiveness,

 Does also sin with the life taken from a man with nothing 
 To lose but everything.


                                                                         
 Rendezvous,

                                                                                                        
   Keith Garrett                                                       

REFLECTIONS

                REFLECTIONS'


 Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image 
 Appears,

 Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to 
 My heart.

 Wandering back to you Is a place In my dreams at 
 Night,

 Of the past It Is a part of you, live do you In a 
 Piece of my today.

 On lakes and rivers, oceans, and wet ground after 
 A storm,

 Reflections of a kind, or memories brought to our 
 Minds.

 Wishing, wondering what might have been,


 Backwards In time to watch has gone by, time.


 Mirrors are looked Into and looking back are the faces,


 Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find.


 Images of all kinds, like being children somewhere back 


 In our minds.


                                                                                 
  Keith Garrett 

QUIETLY LONELY

               QUIETLY LONELY


 Into the mist, through the trees, walking barefoot,


 Leaves beneath my cold feet, leaves of brown and 
 Green.

 The sun does not shine as the fog creeps across the
 Land,

 Making Its' way through these lonely woods deep In 
 Nowhere.

 What Is alive as the morning awakes to a quiet day, 
 This day,

 So old are these woods, what tales they may tell of 
 Yesterday.

 Ghosts of the past, people who once were, they who
 Lived here,

 Quietly lonely as I think and dream, just quietly lonely.


                Keith Garrett