A chance to see fore never have i been able to walk in light,

A chance to watch the sun rise as never before seen but dreamed.

A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as the wind never seen,

A chance to see the mountains that i never thought a reality.

A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky drifting slowly by,

A chance to see the waves in the ocean only heard through time.

A chance to walk without a cane, to be free, walk, and see,

A chance to see a smiling face that might smile back at me.

A chance to see all the things that i have always dreamed,

A chance to see what’s never been before these eyes,

A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.

Keith Garrett

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

Soft as a gentle kiss, a touch on the skin of a memory In the wind,

A soft breeze, a West wind blowing through the trees, across the sea.

Travels through the years, not a face does It wear as It whispers,

It can only be seen with eyes that dream, soft as It speaks.

It changes tides, moves past and around what In nature exists,

Night and day It will go from here and there, place to place.

It Is the Zephy, has been since the time of man,

Energy without form, created by god In heaven, when and how long ago.

For It no beginning, no ending as It howls through time, not seen but why,

Powerful as It Is with no body or soul, why does It know just where to go.?

Keith Garrett

The world is changing faster than ever, so fast,

In one hundred years faster than before our world began.

It does not grow or get bigger as more people and things are created,

We can’t escape what we have done between the good and bad.

Where would we go when there is no more room to roam,

Run fast and run far to nowhere in panicked crowds of doom.

Everything is closing in with no place to hide, land and sky,

Where would we go if ever anger grows to a point of no return.

The changing environment is a chain reaction throughout the lands,

When will we worry that we are at natures mercy, food supplies of no control.

Where would we go when there is nowhere to go?

Keith Garrett

Suddenly in just an instance you were there,

I do not know you, you are everywhere.

You appeared wiith a name, it does not say from where you came,

A smile of mystery, a face never before seen.

I have a name, it does not speak of who i am,

A mask is worn, that i might not be hurt.

Many thoughts and fears live within my spirit,

I’ve been everywhere if nowhere.

I hide and run to keep myself from harm,

Their are faces i wear, faces of change.

Do you know me at all, more than yesterday,

I speak from the heart, there is no shame.

Keith Garrett

My mind is an island, many places to roam,

Different things that i see when i’m on my own.

If wander i do to far away,

Lost might i be in this land made for me.

See as i do and think as i may,

There are beautiful things in my thoughts everyday.

I can find my way back to where it is i should be,

If i’m looking the right way or a trail i might leave.

My island can be peaceful and sunny or stormy and dark,

I’d rather be happy and have my island be a walk in the park.

Keith Garrett

My wagon went off the road, It turned upside down and I’m hurt,

The weather Is good so I lay here In the sun of the day In much pain.

Looking around I see the damage, my supplies are everywhere scattered,

There are people counting on me but I am where not a heart will see me.

As I stare up to the sky I see hawks circling about, not today I say,

I’m alive!, there must soon be another wagon on the road passing by.

The crows are getting at the ripped open bags of seed, I throw my empty canteen,

My friends, the town must be searching for me now, I will be found alive.

Time passes by, please find me before the light turns to the dark of night,

A sound, a rumble getting closer, I try to let out a yell but I’m very weak,

I’m here!, with one burst of energy I scream, I’m here!, I’m here!.

Keith Garrett

Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,

A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.

What’s noticed from a mans eyes within the blackness is a window,

A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.

As i pass by every night along my route of walking i wonder about the light,

Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window.

Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,

Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,

Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them.

Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, whom might hide,

A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.

Keith Garrett

What have i heard, the wind blowing through the trees,

A dog barking many times in my ear.

High in the sky i’ve heard planes soaring by,

As a boy, the voice of a person reading to me, a story.

The voices of many whom speak out to a world,

From my beginning, the sounds of children crying in pain.

I’ve listened to a mother and father who have said to me many things,

The blast of bombs dropping, gunfire in the night.

Laughter from those the happy ones, at peace with themselves,

Echoes of victory from the bad that is done.

With words from their hearts they sing out songs,

I listen with an ear, music of the world.

I listen to love, i’ve heard all the hate,

Sounds of a lifetime, my memory in time.

The sounds of a world so old, what do you hear.?

Keith Garrett

Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall ageing trees,

Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

A different kind of world, quiet except for the creatures that be,

A woman so aged, seems that she’d been here for eternity.

So far below that which grows, the falling rain can barely touch,

In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

Only sounds of the woods kept her company,

In a dark, lost, existence, she lived to be so old, not of loneliness.

Many things did she to occupy her moments of a life meant to be,

Never a face shown to her, only memories of childhood dreams.

She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

An old, old, woman gone and not missed, but who was she.?

Keith Garrett