Slowly floating, adrift in waters so calm,

Why does it have no travelers, alone.

Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,

Where has it been, where does it travel.?

No answers does it give to questions,

Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.

Keith Garrett

The innocence of a child, we can see it everyday while they run and play,

Close your eyes and think back, think hard to a place where once you were young.

Thinking as only a child may think and imagine the world as the perfect playground,

For the average, dreaming, child death is a lie, an imaginary story in a scary book.

Fairytales are a reality like living forever or as i did believe one hundred years was life,

As a young boy I would lay down on the sidewalk feeling the warmth of the sun,

Listening to the airplanes fly high in the sky with my eyes closed, pretending many things.

From a childs mind it is a world of magic, rainbows, and that anything is possible exists,

Energy of a different kind is possessed, energy that an adult one day can not again find.

From a childs mind most things are simple, reason or logic has no place in their magical space,

The innocence and magic of a child will suddenly disappear into the adult world where the

Reality of survival, racism, hatred, and war will soon take their long ago Innocence far away.

Keith Garrett

The sun peeks its face, takes a look at this new day,

Appears over the ocean, across the sky, bright, so bright.

Yellow and orange way up high, colors in the sky,

Warmth shines from it down, down below.

A shade of blue high above, white clouds are a mix,

Colors of a new day, colors of beauty in every way.

Keith Garrett

Within myself thinking of a place in another reality,

What lies around me may be a different consciousness.

This state of mind as i am not awake, floating, floating,

I see a world like never have i imagined before, i see.

Visions sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or future,

These things i dream, a mystery from an eternity.

Keith Garrett

Strum as you will each string on its face,

Words in tune with every touch of a hand.

What does it say as you teach it to speak,?

Sound and rhythm of emotion, this guitar.

Two become one, body and tool, this guitar,

Learn from it, feel its heartbeat of magic.

This guitar talks with the help of a wanting heart,

Listen, listen as it echoes out thoughts, this guitar.

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

She sits under a clear, starry night sky,

Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.

Flowers all around this beauty of the night,

Long flowing hair with a body so nice, she.

She’s a dreamer, alone but peaceful, never lonely,

She’s a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.

Keith Garrett

I stop where i’m standing looking around,

What is this madness born to us all.?

Leaving my work, my home, and the things known to me,

Go away to a place up high, way back in the hills.

There are no people of judgement to listen to,

The loud sounds of tragedy lost in my travel.

There is no anger or the struggle to survive,

Out here only nature to hear me cry.

Leaving it all behind,

The life that was once mine.

Keith Garrett

A day will come when this will be, could be a sunrise, a sunset no more,

I can not imagine being gone, leaving this world behind appears unreal.

A life is special, all life as it is to be celebrated, the mark you leave behind,

Regrets, that which never was or could not be accomplished is a thought.

Our purpose for being here as it is only a short time compared to the birth of time,

What is it that’s to be learned from our visit to a land with more mystery always.

Discoveries are made as we search and explore a world so large but appears to get smaller,

What we have learned has helped our survival just as it does damage just the same.

If i have to die it needs to matter, I pray that i will one day be heaven bound,

If i have to go away then before my journey I wish to help another live one more day.

Keith Garrett

Life as i know it left far behind, stored quietly,

Kept in my mind somewhere but not forgotten.

On an island, one of many seen by these eyes,

Waves crashing on the beach for me to see.

Sitting here in the sand just thinking about,

There are sounds heard but only of nature.

Palm trees are many in this world, across the sea,

What’s needed only brought with me, only needed.

Away from it all is where i need to be, can you dream,

On an island of wishes and a mans fantasy.

Keith Garrett