I travel along across the sky floating weightless,

Down below there is you, recognize i do.

Feel the wind blow through your hair, i am there,

Call on me if ever you need from me anything.

I rest on my cloud looking down on where i once stood,

In your yard watching the birds fly in the sky.

There are many clouds throughout time never ending,

But it’s this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.

A place to be alone, a place where dreams are real,

The sun shines upon me, its warmth i feel, i can see

Myself smile in the light.

A friend that’s true would do for another anything,

If ever you need i will jump down off my cloud to be.

Keith Garrett

What ever happened to us as this is where we are,

What has brought us to this place in time, we are dying.

We are all strangers as the one standing next to me means nothing,

Nothing to each other from the beginning of time as war is always made.

When you come right down to it then the reasons are so silly, a childish game,

A game of death just the same, we’ll take that hill, storm the beaches, why.?

There’s a number of men and women that must be sacrificed to win this game,

Everyone’s afraid, why are we all running around with guns, watching the blood run.?

The bodies of lost men are scattered throughout time, in many lands they rest alone,

The scared faces of young men with guns put in their hands, how many wonder why.

We shoot and kill those we do not even know, we change and become animals on the loose,

The soul of mankind is filled with greed and evil, wars never ending, quest for power.

Keith Garrett

There are windows all over the world, shapes and sizes,

A different view from each one, a picture never the same.

From so high up more of the world is seen, every one has a scene,

Down low is shown another view, look out through the window now.

I live in my house, picture windows are all about, through each one different,

Never the same if you open your eyes and take a close look around.

Through every window are scenes created by man and nature,

Close your eyes and dream, make that picture what ever you wish it to be,

Down on paper from your mind, tell your story, through every window seen.

Keith Garrett

Always walking, consistently moving along or active,

Constantly thinking, analyzing things and people around.

It’s motion that keeps my body and mind alive and running,

It can only stop if i stop, i’m a man in motion.

Writing about the world and those in my mind, my wondering mind,

Has given me sight, the ability to visualize and better understand.

Words have no meaning without the mind to interpret definition,

Poetry is song and emotion without instrumental sound.

A combination of these now lives in me, words i write,

Motion i have, i am poetry in motion.

Keith Garrett

Close your eyes and open your mind,

Through your ears the sounds will work into your thoughts.

When the wind howls it makes a sound,

If a branch falls from a tree it cracks on the ground.

Listen as a plane screams across the sky,

Too the sound of laughter in a yard near by.

What do you hear when you listen to a song,?

The sounds of instruments playing along.

Do you listen when a love cries out to you,?

Possibly what hurts her, you have not a clue.

To nature listen, it has something to say,

Enjoy the sounds of everyday.

Keith Garrett

Irish music from a far away 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 synphony of happiness,

Something of a heavenly miracle.

Celtic sounds from long ago,

Live on, and on like spirits in the wind.

Keith Garrett

As the Summer ends and the night air turns cool,

A feeling of Fall comes to us all.

All around us the shadows change in their own way,

The sun turns in early and shortens our day.

Through the trees the wind blows dropping the leaves to the ground,

Their colors have all changed as they make not a sound.

It’s time for pumpkins and many more things,

Autumn comes alive! with the plants that it brings.

Into this new season with the hope that it brings,

These colors of Fall are shared with all.

Keith Garrett

Wizards with wands or magical dust,

Four leaf clovers and a seven showing always on two dice.

Witches and warlocks, wishes or rainbows,

Do dreams come true, there are stars and moons.?

Do unicorns exist, are there spirits in the mist,

Is magic a fantasy, what you feel are prayers that are real.?

Magic lives in the heart, it is a wanting hope for all that you feel,

All you hope will be real.

Keith Garrett

I saw the sun, moths on the vines, trying to catch them,

Riding my bike up and down the sidewalk, not a care.

A couple of friends, Ricky, Kenneth, we played back then,

We would climb up the fence, a lemon tree, my roof a fantasy.

Pretending it was our fortress, collections for weapons, we believed,

Things we thought were so fun would disappear with the changing years.

Jack in the box was such a treat, adventures in the park, a ferris wheel to see,

A dad who was a bigger hero than any comic book could show to me.

Morning cartoons were the best, bugs bunny cartoon hour and the rest,

Magic was for a young boy so real but dreams last forever beyond being a child.

When i was young i ran in the sun, had friends with names, with the wind i am today.

Keith Garrett

Walk a little while with me under heaven as god watches,

See the beauty of the world as he intended, walk with me.

Hand in hand, travel this path of life for just awhile and smile,

The sun shines upon us, the clouds have faces of their own.

In heaven all is special and wonderful, walk further with me,

Feel the wind as it follows behind and passes us by, i feel.

Where is it that we belong, where do we walk as we talk,?

Thoughts of prayer keep us company, hold my hand and walk.

The grace of love is given to few, everlasting love that is true,

Love and companionship may be shared between two without

A commitment of being joined together always, without pain.

I am this lonely soul who walks with an angel hand in hand,

Smile to smile as with you we’ll love and stroll along, walk awhile.

Keith Garrett