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

Torch

What would you do if given the torch?
Lead, follow or make your own course?
Would you carry it proudly or find someone who could?
Or make even more torches of fire and wood?
Whatever you do, keep hold of the light:
Do not let it go in the darkness of night.

by Garret Woo

1/29/2019

Sorrow’s Grip

Sorrow’s grip is cruel this evening,
It’s tighter than the usual.
It seems I cannot shake these feelings;
The desperation is mutual.
Thoughts wander through the night
And leave a trackless path,
Like memories I cannot revisit;
Like wheat without the chaff.

by Garret Woo

1/10/2019

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