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.