I once gazed at black stallions, bridled
Standing poised on the white snow.
In the wind I heard hoof sounds on the go
As if galloping unbridled.
While we have ways and means to spread the light
As white as snow’s gleam and moon’s light
Why should we hasten through the darkened street?
Why don’t we seek the lasting light?
Know, the cruelest may have some goodness
As sweet as a wee sugar lump.
The known righteous may unwittingly bump
Into vile moments of madness.
While none is pure, as all have blacks and whites,
Bound by the rule of abstinence
Let us move on to watch unseen goodness
And hear voices from deific heights.