White Horse

Like a spark in the darkness
Or a flash in the night,
The white horse appears beneath glowing moonlight.

Steady in speed with bold reserve,
Her wild hooves assault the earth.
Solid in form with mane flowing silver,
Bounding with grace over hurdles before her.
Against the shadows escaping eyesight
Can only the white horse be seen by the light.

by Garret Woo

7/13/2019

Final Moment

Fear not the final moment
Of all your hopes and dreams-
It dances with the future
In step with destiny.

Charge into the present
And seize without regret.
Just remember you are mortal,
Lest time make you forget.

Greet the end with Stoic thought,
Rich with memories from the past;
For when the Big Ship comes to port,
It’s come for you at last.

by Garret Woo

7/3/2019

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